I'm listening to Fern Brady talk about autism. Meltdowns as being like a bottle of pop/soda that's been shaken too much and then you open it.
I've read that it's often like anger. But anger tends to resolve quickly when the cause is fixed. Whereas, with a meltdown, NOPE! We're still "angry".
This was so much of my childhood. I was so angry so often.
Not that I could tell that this was odd because my father didn't like me and would yell at me. And he'd yell at my mother in front of me. I'd get between them and yell at him to stop.
Afterward, after his yelling and demeaning words, I'd go into a quiet room, turn off the lights, sit on the floor, and seethe.
Sure, it was justified seething. I was getting emotionally abused, before anyone thought this was wrong (back in the '80s). But I knew it was **wrong**
But the anger. I would be angry for hours.
When I'd be bullied or teased for being different in school, I'd be angry for a while. I'd even be violent within limits.
When I felt like I had no agency, I'd punch objects. I'd even Charlie horse myself: colloquial for punching myself in the thigh until walking with that leg ached.
So, sure, C-PTSD, because of years of accumulated awfulness. But also autism.
And this is so much of the difficulty with being autistic and getting diagnosed. The diagnostician has to untangle the trauma from possible autistic symptoms. There's overlap.
Also, so so SO many autistics have trauma. So many.
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