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A cocksucker making eye contact: the double whammy.


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I feel the need to talk about this just because I see a lot of autistic people asking questions about eye contact and “am I still autistic if I do [blank]”

From what I’ve observed (in myself, and in others’ experiences) this is the rough spectrum of eye contact

-Cannot make eye contact with anyone because it’s very uncomfortable and/or physically painful

-Cannot make eye contact but as they get more comfortable with people they may look closer to/around the face and/or make eye contact for very short periods of time

-Cannot make eye contact but can mask/generally get away with it by looking at the nose or forehead

-Can make eye contact but only with people they’re comfortable with

-Can make eye contact but doesn’t know how long is appropriate

-Can make eye contact but will do it for a long period of time to the point where it ends up seeming very creepy/is viewed more as staring

Something that I think is notable is my therapist (who works with a lot of autistics) has said that she often talks with parents and/or teachers who say “my kid can’t be autistic they make eye contact” and she’ll go “do they do it for an uncomfortably long period of time” and oftentimes the adult will be like “yes?” And I laugh every time I think of it because ah, the spectrum of experiences

Another sidenote: it’s okay if you don’t personally experience exactly what I’ve listed here, or even flop between what you can do depending on the day, this is just what I’ve seen to be the most common.

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