Oh, so THIS is burnout — Autism and Emotional Soreness

After enduring a day in which I had to throw my bones ahead of my soul, nap in between meetings to recuperate, wrote way too much in musing poetic howling meter, and falling asleep cold whilst still daylight at 07:54 PM — the reflections converged.

Yes, Hunter, you can indeed burn out.

It wasn’t how I expected, nor did it come about like I expect this would for most autistic people.

You may know I do A LOT. It’s not a complaint: if anything it is a compulsion and pseudo-showcase of the insane autistic inertia I generate.

I can do and overdo a lot, but it doesn’t necessarily burn me out.

For me, my burnout appears to be emotional soreness.

Let us revisit the previous day:

This would not be a routine Wednesday, so already, my defenses were compromised.

My eldest daughter graduated Kindergarten, a first for us, in terms of experience as a parent, and in attending one of these ceremonies. I don’t remember my own Kindergarten graduation, but this carried some emotional heft — where it involved a mix of baby/toddler wrangling, event socializing, and a mix of finality. Our first official school year done.

My youngest daughter turned 1. She achieved this milestone in a year, so we’re proud of her in that. The day began with getting her cake shoot pics and just wrapping our hearts around little Jo — where we wanted to make the day special, knowing it would be a full day. Then again, she’s 1. She’s pretty happy with Goldfish crackers and being picked up.

We had an awards event that night too – I’ll leave the details scant, but we still had a major social obligation that night

AND THEN I was relayed some news (not bad, don’t worry) that packed a leveling blast-from-the-past punch, enough to where I basically tripped a fault wire and couldn’t process the enormity of it in the moment. I can’t wait to share that.

So the chain of events, plus a workday, just led to a lot of heavy emotional and practical lifting in the moment. And it was just that, lifting.

I didn’t feel it until the next day. I was hollowed. Vacant. Drained. Emptied and spent.

In the day I don’t think I could explain it.

But this must be my kind of autistic burnout.

Where some events are too much to process in the moment.

Where some enormities set in, but not all at once.

Where the emotional toll is felt as a booming echo that steals my strength.

I don’t remember the last time I collapsed into sleep before sunset — but the events of the previous day had taken my shell and plunged it into the blackened sand.

And that was that.

I was feeling it as emotionally sore.

It burned me out.

And now I know.

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Oh, you’ll like this, by the way:

Do Hard Things & Make Autistic Life Easier

You can hate me all you want for sharing these next bits of autistic truth.

Doing hard things will make many other things easy.

Fear of discomfort may hamper you more than actual discomfort.

You are probably underestimating your own power.

After getting past a more invective and anxiety inducing Autism ‘Appreciation’ Month this year, I found that it just did a number on so many people. I was not unaffected. It was an exhausting “ringer.”

But despite dipping both feet into social media and other public and far reaching ventures, I was exhausted, but not depleted.

Pausing my content creation? Nah. In fact, I’m still weeks ahead.

Taking a social media break? Not so much — I don’t really get ‘social media anxiety’ anymore.

Shutting down my advocacy world to take a mental health pause? I’m afraid that option is neither available, nor necessary.

Here’s why.

When you spend your life finding ways to carry and survive heavier weights, many other smaller weights get easy.

I’m not really going to get anxiety from hordes of strangers trying to eat me alive on the internet because 1) “don’t want none, don’t start none” and 2) my life simply has bigger, more immediate challenges.

But you really don’t need to hear, again, the regular challenge of WORK + HOUSE + FAMILY WITH KIDS PLURAL. Those are all doable, and autism shouldn’t be held up as this utterly disabling disqualifier. It’s not.

That’s why those things come to the forefront of what I share.

Because SOMEBODY needs to prove it can be done.

That autism advocacy isn’t just sharing the struggles of the everyday: some struggles are victory.

But it’s not the regular challenges.

It’s the irregular. The ones that I take on the manage the regular trials.

I choose to wake up ridiculously early. It’s not fun. Only Jocko Willink would embrace the kind of pre-5am life more willingly. But the more you master the hard actions, managing hard reactions becomes easier. Discipline is freeing.

I make time to work out and literally lift heavy things. This is exhausting. This is work. But it builds strength. Again, a no-brainer. There are times my body will have to carry where my mind cannot go. Also, I have kids. They need wrangling. And as a dad of daughters, I want them to have a STRONG dad, inside and out.

I finish my showers ice cold, because, well, it does help — but if you can handle the small discomforts, you dampen triggers.

I’ll take my kids grocery shopping. I’ll be the one to go outdoors and get roped into socializing. I’ll brave the crowds. I’ll take on the dirtiest diapers. I’ll make those phone calls to customer service. I’ll have guests over to—wait, no, I’m not a lunatic. I’ll leave my house to check my mail in broad daylight.

I do the hard things to make the rest of my life easy.

They’re still hard.

Before you choose to make a grave mistake by hitting me with that “ableist” label, some items are basically non-starters even to me. I don’t drive after dark if I can avoid it. I will fight tooth and nail to avoid specific social gatherings. Some events and situations are completely beyond my ability to manage and cope sanely. I have a max on how messy my office can get. If I go without showering for a day, I’m basically walking with my teeth clenched and stinking down to my soul.


I don’t freak out just because my dogs bark. I don’t panic when my kids fall and bleed their way to the hospital. I don’t (always) crumble under impossible work deadlines and tasks. I don’t cease functioning when my appliances cease to function. I’m not going to get worked up over the BIG MAD DU JOUR in the world. If my work routine airlocks burst, I grab my oxygen tank.

These things happen.

There are many hard things that should have broken an autistic chap like me.

They haven’t.

I do enough hard things to endure the harder things.

To learn more about autism from an autistic person’s perspective, follow & subscribe to The Life Autistic here and on YouTube — and follow the more whimsical, spontaneous, and amusing content on Instagram as well.

Autism was neither my death sentence nor my life disqualifier — these episodes serve up some of the highlights, too:

Vicious Cycles: The Problems with Color The Spectrum and Autism Advocacy

You may have heard of an event called ‘Color the Spectrum.’ Most have not.

You may know of a famous YouTuber named Mark Rober. Most, also, haven’t.

You may know about “autism.” But unless that’s part of your life, autism probably doesn’t cross your mind that often.

It just doesn’t. That’s OK. I get that it doesn’t cross most people’s minds that often.

But if you’re in the autism advocacy business, do you get that?

Uh oh.

You might be here because you expected an excoriating, tautly-written invective takedown of this Color the Spectrum event.

That is a problem.

While I fully agree the event (I’m not linking it — look up #ActuallyAutistic and do the work, you deserve it) is a problematic exercise in performative “activism” to support a problematic organization, it has quaked the autistic community and surfaced two oppositional pillars:

1: The wrong kind of advocacy is about “feeling good.”

2: The response to this wrong advocacy is “getting mad.”

That is also a problem.

I made a late career change into a data-centric role. I was scared at first, intimidated, worried that I’d be judged – and this feeling lingered months and months into my role.

But I learned that the fears were often unwarranted.

I’d seen others struggle, because I’d had this struggle myself.

The fear was in “asking.”

Asking to learn. To understand. To do it right.

Why would you fear this, Hunter?

Because I was afraid others would judge me, dismiss me, or assume I should have know better when I was earnestly trying to seek help.

My greatest fear?


I was scared that people would be angry at me for not knowing — I was afraid to learn, to know.

Only then would I never bother to ask.

But if I did, I was deliberate in who I would ask.

Autism advocacy is not a monolith.

Now, autism ADVOCATES themselves have been anything but. One of the best wins is taking the stereotype of “precocious, kinda-awkward young white male” and placing that through a prism to show autism’s truer, more beautiful colors.

But those prismatic lights — I worry that they all converge into the same advocating beam.

Judging from the overwhelming, loudest, full-throated response to Color the Spectrum, it seems like the only authentic and actually autistic advocating is ‘MAD.’

If you’re not mad, are you even advocating?

Madness has a useful place, its purpose as a spark — to make our lives devoid of this necessary kick is peril. We’re not built to remain inert and unprovoked forever.

But of the sparks, the fires, the flares: to what end are we setting alight change? Or are these bonfires, rages unbound, cyclical?

Remember All in a Row? You might: it’s a play about an autistic child, who is portrayed by a puppet. Outrage ensued, voices were loud.

Remember Music? Probably: it’s a film about an autistic person, and it’s problematic for many reasons. Outrage ensued, voices were loud.

Now here we are with Color the Spectrum. Outrage ensues, voices are loud.

We were heard.

Why is no one listening?

The problem with autism advocacy is that it all too quickly becomes a monolith of anger.

Anger gets heard. It gets promoted. It riles the base. It builds influencers within a group for a specific charge — wait, this sounds familiar.

Uh oh.

Mind you: It’s not bullying. It’s not intolerance. Autistic people have truly been maligned, punished, scored, and ignored. We have hurled our bricks against the windows of “autism allies” and “neurotypical ignorance.”

But we need a better use for the bricks.

Can I share a secret?

People are listening to people about autism. It’s happening. It’s just that the who is not who we want. Here’s why:

The monolith of madness too often keeps out people who want and need to be enlightened. If you want (anecdotal) proof, ask Twitter about autism and use the phrase “[son/daughter] with autism.” Even the potential acerbic reactions about person-first or identity-first language may be enough to make you wish you’d not asked.

Autism advocacy can “jack up the room temperature.” Most people shy away from the uncomfortable, just as a reflex. So when you have people seeking knowledge about autism organizations, and we start throwing out “eugenics” and “ableist cringe” and “eradicating my right to live” – it’s escalating the emotional temperature of the discourse right away — even when you’re not wrong. But that’s going to drive out many who will recoil when they otherwise need to stop, listen, and learn.

Translating raw emotion to education to elevation. It’s fair to say that many autistic people have endured trauma. But autism is a spectrum of experience — the degree of trauma is not equal. We didn’t choose how much or how little to receive. Where the advocacy breakdown often occurs is when the impetus is often emotion-first — and that is a hard place to start when your aim is to explain and elevate the lives of autistic people.

The real reason?

When people want to learn more about autism, they still want to feel good about it.

They’re listening to the softer, reassuring voices, and it doesn’t matter to them if they’re the right voices.

I won’t say which major news networks they are, but you’ve seen the trend.

It’s all high-temperature stuff. It’s meant to be that way. Loudest = most right.

If it’s what you already believe, you get sucked in. That’s your truth. Then it is THE truth. And everyone should feel that way, at the same intensity.

Ever try winning someone over to your side with that same furious intensity?

What happens?

If you don’t know, host a Thanksgiving dinner.

Enragement is the new engagement.

It is not enlightenment.

Autism advocacy is unlocking limitless potential, awakening, belonging, and help within and among the autism community.

But we already believe.

What of those who don’t?

On Autism Archipelago, I am ‘Hunter Island.’

As a (relatively) older autistic person, I’m more alone when it comes to the advocate world.

I have a spouse and children. Again, that doesn’t seem to be common among us advocates.

I have a house and a steady and fulfilling corporate career. At this point, am I even really autistic?

I don’t really get angry in my old age; my energy goes to my creative efforts, my family, my work, and what I love.

I stand stronger for the things I support, not against the things I oppose.

And I’m not sure what that makes me.

Whatever it is, it’s not common.

My bricks are for bridges.

There’s going to come a day where an autistic job seeker will interview. She’ll be nervous. She’s practiced. Doesn’t matter. This is a major step for her.

She ‘ll tailor her answers, but she’ll use a word:


The interviewer doesn’t know that word.

She, the interviewer, will put the pieces together.

But instead of Thought B:

“She isn’t really looking at me when she talks, and she just used a twenty-six dollar word in this answer. She’s probably too weird and academic for this role. I feel bad, but this is a pass already.”

She’ll think Thought A:

“She might not be making eye contact, but she’s incredibly thoughtful, and that word is really specific. I should look it up. It’s possible she’s neurodivergent, I don’t know, but of what little I know of neurodivergent individuals — she seems comfortable being herself. She’s promising. And I want to learn, to hear more.”

My advocacy is going to help get people from Thought B to Thought A.

Even if I may not be the advocate who joins a vicious cycle.

Even if I may not be a loud voice.

Or as popular a voice.

But I am a voice. Even if it’s quieter, more calm. People have heard, listened.

I hope you do too.

We are already the right voices, the actually autistic voices. We owe it to ourselves to bring about the balance, bringing others from pre-enlightened to enlightened. To go beyond heard and listened. To still reject what people get wrong, but more gracefully project what to get right about autism.

To learn more about autism from an autistic person’s perspective, follow & subscribe to The Life Autistic here and on YouTube — and follow the more whimsical, spontaneous, and amusing content on Instagram as well.

My final thoughts on this event, by the way: