#DressingWhileDisabled (And Agender)
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I hop. And fall into a chair. My
dyspraxia is not good for full body movements in contained areas. I
try to tug on the socks. I have to go sit on my bed.
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I have weak ankles, and I don't want to
try wearing heels, I say.
Fair enough, the friend responds.
I do have weak ankles. I sprained each
one twice before I was 12 years old, running around and climbing
things like the autistic kids you see in the alarmist documentaries
(well, because I'm autistic. I did things like that. Unsurprisingly,
I was like a lot of the autistic kids you see in the alarmist
documentaries or the parents insisting us activists are too high
functioning to understand).
But I also don't say: I don't think I
could balance. I think I'd fall. I'd embarrass myself.
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Recently, I've undone enough of my
internalized fear of dressing nicely or fashionably-ish because
that's how the people who bullied me in middle school and high school
dressed like, and also undone the notion that to be nonbinary and
agender, you can't wear gendered clothes.
I used to say that, as I walked around
in “guy” jeans.
I tried on a dress in Target yesterday,
because it felt sensory friendly and floaty. I realized this after
wearing a nightshirt for the first time.
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But I lack the executive functioning to
remember how to fashion myself appropriately. I fall down over my
shoelaces because I lack the coordination to tie them effectively, or
forget to even try. I cannot remember to go buy the clothes. It took
an entire winter to realize I didn't have enough long pants, and
that's why I needed to do
laundry so often.
Which,
by the way, is hard. Laundry is hard.
I emailed my mother. I need sweatpants.
Can you take me to Target?
We went to Target and bought
sweatpants.
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Sometimes, it's not an Autistic thing.
I have anxiety and various mood things. It can be hard to roll out of
bed and put on clothes effectively, or brush my hair, or tie my
shoes, as I bump into a chair and swear groggily.
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I am Autistic, and dressing while
disabled can involve so many steps I forget to do all of them.
I don't mind, to be honest.
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