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I was just #gaslit by my youngest brother.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever been, before today.

I’m #ActuallyAutistic. I shared that news with him today. He’s nine years younger than me. I moved out of the house when he was eight. It isn’t as if we grew up in the same circle, with the same friends, like our siblings of a closer age did. They weren’t surprised by the dx at all. One said it made perfect sense, even.

This one, this one, immediately asked why I “thought so.” Diagnosed by psychiatrist after thorough testing, H & P?
“With all of my medical history one would think it would have been caught long before.”
How? No one ever asked the right questions.
“Nah. I doubt it. It’s such a late diagnosis.”

Well, I only had insurance for seven years of my adult life. During those years I was playing catch up with pressing physical conditions, not a luxury like my f’ed up brain/life.

This, after I told him it made my entire LIFE make sense. WHY, no matter how hard I tried, I could NOT do some things.
It wasn’t a freaking moral failing of mine, goddamnit; I’m autistic!

Just total denial on his part, like I’m a confabulist, or a liar, or delusional.

I even told him I could print it out and underline the symptoms I presented with!

I ended up giving him a link to symptoms of women with autism and told him I didn’t see any sense in our continuing to communicate.