Evangeline Gallagher. Baltimore illustrator tryna make it work. interested in comics and bad movies and dogs and snakes. I post my art at evangelinegallagher.tumblr.com.
this blog is just becoming like a place to dump my autism feelings lmao
the neurodivergent experience reminds me so much of how you internalize the male gaze. Like, seeing yourself how a man would see you instead of how you see yourself. "You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur." (Margaret Atwood). Which I've been dealing with my whole life as an afab queer person, and still trying to shake as I navigate facets of my identity. especially since I hang out with mostly cis dudes (lol, that's always been the case for me tho)
I feel like being autistic similarly makes me view myself how a neurotypical person might, except I have no fucking idea how neurotypical people will see things, so it doesn't serve me at all besides making me feel like shit. Like I'll never actually know if I'm doing things right or not because I'm not neurotypical. It makes all the masking seem so futile. But it also affects me when I'm alone - I avoid all the things that aren't 'normal', that I know other people don't do. I take away my own comfort for the comfort of an imagined neurotypical audience. I am my own voyeur.
I almost hate to equate the two things but I've also realized that my experience as an autistic person and my queer experience are totally intertwined. I also feel that self-surveillance and self-repression are probably facets of many peoples' marginal experiences. feel like I subject myself to so much self-surveillance from so many different fronts that I don't even know how I actually feel half the time.
wow getting diagnosed with autism at 25 is a rollercoaster that i sort of don't want to be on right now honestly
it's good because clarity about everything in my life and bad because... wow i really can't fix myself. like i'm just like this forever.
the idea that you can just 'unmask' and be free is such a lie (for people that are privileged enough to be able to mask ofc). you can't get by without masking if you want people to like you and take you seriously. so the burnout can be managed but its not ever going away and that makes me sad.