As an autistic woman and contrary to the common belief: my emotions are intense, co-existing, intricated, complex like colors in a Jackson Pollock’s painting. However, when I’m facing an autistic metdown or shutdown, I don’t feel anything anymore and they can be compared as a Yves Klein’s blue monochrome.
Over the years, I’ve learn, using an trial and error approach, what to keep for myself in order to avoid hurting feelings of someone I love, look eccentric,weird or pretentious at family reunions. I’ve learned over the years to hide my hyper/hypo sensitivities. I wrote a non exhaustive list of what I keep to myself.