Trying to understand what others mean and how to behave can be exhausting and stressful for autistic people, causing many to end up feeling excluded and isolated. 


Fay and Bowie






I have quite bad anxiety about most things in life anyway, but my anxiety is definitely worse when I’m in a social situation. My social anxiety can occur when I’m in a situation and I’m not even talking. I could just be sat in a restaurant with the family and feel anxious about the people sat around me on different tables.

I will also feel socially anxious when I don’t even have to look at the person I’m talking to. So, for instance, I will be on the phone to someone at work and I’ll stumble over my words or speak very very quickly. It’s the same at McDonalds drive thru – I’ll rehearse over and over again what I have to say in my head, but when it comes down to talking to the machine I will panic and get my words wrong. 

When I feel anxious I tend to feel quite sick which can then lead to more anxiety.

My heart starts beating really fast, I get really hot, my hands shake and I get a nervous twitch that causes my head to twitch.

After fighting with these feelings that my anxiety produces, I feel really tired and all I want to do is go to bed and watch some Netflix. 

When I'm in a social situation and I feel uncomfortable and anxious, I definitely act differently to normal. I always say there are like two different Izzys, and if my friends in my college class see me when I’m at work or in a social situation where I am very anxious, they would think, "Who is this?", because I feel like I act completely differently.  

When I'm anxious and struggling to get my words out or saying the wrong thing, I find people get impatient and ask the same question over and over again. That makes it even harder to get my words out, and answer their question, even if I know what I want to say. Also when I'm on a train or in a busy shop with my family and I get anxious, I may swear or sigh quite loudly and this can encourage strangers to look and judge me which will make the anxiety worse.

When I'm in a social situation with people who know me well and I mess up my words or I look a little tense and stressed, they often take the mick or say something that we can laugh at. This will make the situation less stressful and make me feel better, as it will take my mind of the environment or situation I am in slightly.

To help with my social anxiety, people need to give me time to breathe.

Give me time to answer a question, and if I do get it wrong or they don’t understand because I’ve spoken to quickly, maybe rather than repeating the same question, ask it in a different way that is easier for me to answer.

If people that I don’t know see me or recognize me getting anxious they need to leave me alone and to not make a big deal out of it and just let me have some time to think. 

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People, environmental noise, crowded places and having to do something that’s outside my usual routine… these things all make me feel socially anxious.

For example, every time I have to visit the Job Centre. Just walking into a room where there are numerous distractions is difficult, and sometimes I can’t concentrate on what’s being said to me due to a conversation happening at the next desk. The lighting tends to be very bright, too. I never know who will be there, I can’t even guarantee seeing the same worker each time because sometimes you have to see someone new even when your regular worker is clearly in the building. 

I felt like a criminal as the receptionist ordered me out.

Generally I feel like I’m under pressure, being observed. I become anxious, then short-tempered and sometimes verbally aggressive. The worst outcome is that I’ll have a meltdown, which does nobody any good.

I’ve been passing as ‘normal’ for most of my life, despite the high personal cost. I respond to situations differently from most people who aren’t autistic. Sometimes I guess my behaviour can be inconvenient, be misread, annoying or shocking to others. There are so many ways I differ from people I know; some are very slight differences, other are fairly major and have a big impact on me and others.

How can people help?

A couple of months ago a friend helped a great deal. We went for a walk in a small seaside town well known to us both, it was winter so few people were around and I felt quite safe.

But after a while I started to get anxious because the wind was blowing pretty fiercely (noise as a stressor) and I couldn’t find my purse, then my mobile, in my bag.  She was brilliant, so calm. 

She gave me her full attention, asked if she could help, gave me time to look for my things, and calmed me down with well-chosen words.

She understood my panic, my anxiety. She wasn’t embarrassed by the little noises and grunts I make when I am anxious, or impatient that I kept forgetting things. She has a daughter with disabilities and said that being out with me was very much like being out with her daughter. 

There’s so much room for improvement in the way the public react to autistic people. Whenever I meet someone who has a family member or friend with autism I feel at ease because it is immediately apparent that they understand, and behave in a way that shows they do. 

When someone genuinely understands it makes life so much easier, and anxiety levels are more easily managed. If only awareness could be raised among people in officialdom it would be a good start.

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Fay and Bowie 

Finding out my son Bowie could possibly be on the autism spectrum came at a time when I was desperate for answers.

I was a single parent, raising a child who wasn't reaching milestones that other children were hitting. There were no words, barely any eye contact, no social skills, no signs of imaginary play and plenty of flapping and spinning. 

I just assumed that I was a bad mother. Being a first time mum, I thought maybe I wasn't doing all I could do to help my child grow.

My mother approached me when Bowie was 2 years old with her concerns. Worried, I quickly contacted my health visitor and got the ball rolling. At 3 years and 3 months old, Bowie was diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder). Being told that my son may never speak, and that his autism was severe was hard enough, but the discrimination I received on a daily basis was, and is, even harder.

Bowie suffered badly from social anxiety. In public he would hit, punch, bite, kick, and scream when he couldn't cope. This mostly happened on public transport, and that is where I received most of the discrimination. I would be told my child is 'naughty', and that 'he needs a good slap'.

One situation that I physically couldn't cope with led to a breakthrough in how we dealt with reactions to us. My son was obsessed with metal spoons and used to carry two with him wherever he went. One day, we got on the bus and Bowie was being laughed at due to him holding up two metal spoons whilst he was sitting in the buggy. This broke my heart.

So the next day I decided to spin it on its head. As we got on the bus and parked up the buggy, Bowie sat there with his metal spoons – and I pulled out two metal spoons and held them up just like him. Soon enough, people were laughing at me instead of him! But that's ok, because I can take it. 

At least now they weren’t laughing at Bowie. I felt like I had won my battle. I was so relieved.

Through my experiences I set up a page on Facebook to raise awareness and educate the general public. I also campaign locally alongside The National Autistic Society. I believe that if myself and others can spread autism awareness, then we can make for a better future for my son and the next generation of autists. I want them to grow up in a world where they are judged by their ability, not their disability.

Fay Hough, 28 years old, Mother of Bowie and parent campaigner/activist.

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I used to think that it didn't make any sense for me to be autistic and socially anxious. As much as I adore many popular depictions of autistic people (however much I may now fear Scandinavian bridges), they often show people who don’t care what anyone around them thinks, who will speak their mind at any time, who are contented to be in social situations as long as nobody polices their behaviour and interaction.

Social interactions don’t feel like that for me. Often they feel more like a performance. Most of the time they feel like a pretty bad performance.

Chris Pike
A pantomime version of The Wizard Of Oz at the Nuneaton Palladium sort of performance. Except unlike our dear friend Christopher Biggins, I’m not trying to be terrible. I just sometimes am.

Or maybe I’m not. Who knows? That’s the nature of anxiety. Any time you have a conversation with me (unless you’re one of my closest friends), I’ll be analysing and examining our chat from every angle. Did I do well? Did I talk too much? Did I not talk enough? Was my anecdote about the man on the Victoria line’s awe-inspiringly fluffy eyebrows really as interesting as I thought it was?

The worst part is that not only will the conversation be analysed; it will be analysed by the most critical judge imaginable. Think of Simon Cowell, Piers Morgan, and the Australian one off Masterchef all rolled into one.

Because when, from a young age, every mistake in every conversation is pointed out to you with a stern look and a disappointed tone, you start to lose confidence in your ability to interact with ‘normal people’.

When every faux pas, every accidental insult, every discussion of the Greater Manchester public transport network that’s bored the hell out of whichever kind soul has hung around long enough to listen, feels like a personal failure, like an irrevocable mark of shame on my record. So no, my anxiety isn’t detached from my autism; it’s fundamentally linked.

Although I will always be autistic, I don’t always have to feel this anxious. A reassuring comment, a laugh, a smile; all these things can help to get rid of those critical voices and replace them with some self-confidence and empowerment.

Every conversation overloads me - it’s really, really tiring. But if other people really understood the effort that goes into each conversation, whether it’s a passing hello by the coffee machine or an emotional rant in the smoking area of a nightclub – then maybe, just maybe, conversations would stop feeling like causes of anxiety, and more like powerful and empowering tools for discovery.

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Lauren Smith

Lauren Smith

Lauren Smith has written a fantstic poem about her experiences, which you can read below.

Meet Me Halfway

You don’t understand the depths of my emotion,
When you push me into doing things I feel uncomfortable with.
You don’t truly understand the intensity of the anxiety I experience,
So, don’t say that I don’t meet you halfway.

To walk down the street with bustling crowds and flashing lights,
To sit in a class full of commotion and chaos,
To sit in the canteen, desperate for friendship; a sense of belonging,
Causes me immense anxiety and makes me urge to escape.

At college, I have to mask my personality,
Battle my constant fears,
And try to act up to any expectations you set,
And you have the audacity to say I don’t meet you halfway.

I might be lucky – I have all that I need.
But when my anxiety and negative self-talk overflows, I crumble.
Obviously I’m lucky – autism is a gift; a treasure; something to be proud of,
But I struggle immensely with almost everything you take for granted.

Look at how far I’ve come,
I’ve survived the shudders of secondary school, got through prom,
And started college all on my own.
Would you rather me make continual but gradual progress, or do you want me to fail and
break down under pressure?

There’s all or nothing in my world – it’s called black and white thinking – struggling to read
between the lines,
I either do something I feel happy and content with or I do absolutely nothing at all.
So, when you push me into doing something; role plays, presentations, a work placement…,
I refuse and break down, simply because it’s overwhelming; how do you expect me to cope?

I know you think you know how to help me; you work in the field of inclusive practise,
But actually, you don’t know me – I am an individual with autism.
I am the only one who knows what’s best,
You don’t know me – but I do! Don’t try and put words into my mouth – trust me – it
doesn’t work!

My knowledge probably comes across as intimidating,
I’ve researched the condition endlessly.
I’ve devised a set of my own coping mechanisms,
What works for one child with autism, probably won’t work for me – recognising individuality
is the key!

Socialising is draining – exhausting and overwhelming,
To say hello to a friend is just as hard for me as starting a job is to you – daunting and frightening,
I have less social energy than you to start with,
So, imagine, how tired I feel by the end of every day – any additional stress and anxiety
causes a shutdown – this causes an inability to function or communicate at all.

I may be socially inept; considered as unsociable,
But, sometimes your social skills can be just as poor,
I don’t think you realise, how excruciatingly difficult it is for me to make friends at the best of times,
It becomes near impossible to develop a friendship with added pressure.

The frustrations I experience continually, on a day to day basis, may seem unimportant to you – ridiculous maybe,
You can block out the world whenever you want – I can’t,
I am constantly trapped in a world which seems isolating, confusing and demoralising – I feel deflated.
Yet you feel you can make comments, like ‘you’re not meeting me halfway.’

Some may say I’ve been sheltered, protected from the world,
I’ve felt secure for too long,
Well, I’m now in the outer world – being thrown into the deep end,
And I’ve instantly realised one of the most important things.

I’ve said it before and will continue to say it until the message is clear,
Autism is a spectrum condition, but not every person on the spectrum is the same!
The fact is often missed as people with autism share certain traits,
But honestly, we all have different needs and one box doesn’t help us at all – we don’t want to be categorised into what you see as the ‘norm’ or ‘correct way of society.’

I am a person with autism – I am human and I have feelings,
I have a voice and a right to express my own valued opinions,
So, next time you imply you want me to meet you halfway,
Question your knowledge beforehand and consider how making unfair, judgemental, detrimental comments will help me cope.

I will continue to fight for my rights – I’ve fought from the second I was born,
I believe, I should be respected and my differences embraced,
My needs challenged but at my own pace,
My positive contributions and achievements should be acknowledged for one and celebrated for another.

I think you should start listening to my voice; quiet but fierce,
And meet me halfway!
Don’t discriminate or stereotype – just accept and support me, in the suggested ways!

Autism awareness is a highlight for me,
No matter how many books you’ve read, videos you’ve watched or people you’ve spoken to about the subject,
If you haven’t walked my long trudge of a path,
You don’t have the true understanding of the disability.

That’s right – I have a disability,
A hidden disability, where guilt, shame, upset, anger and anxiety threaten to trickle through, when I’m overwhelmed,
My life is a battle – a rollercoaster – a challenge,
So, maybe you should, for once, meet me halfway!

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