People love metaphors when it comes to understanding autism. And honestly, I get it—it’s not easy to explain something so internal, so invisible. But here’s the thing: most metaphors fail. They’re too neat, too tidy, and autism is anything but that. So let me give you some better ones. They’re messy, weird, and just a little chaotic—kind of like being autistic itself.
Autism Is Like a Cat That Doesn’t Come When Called
Picture a cat. Not the Instagram-friendly, fluffy kind, but the sassy, “I don’t care if you feed me, I’m still ignoring you” kind. Autism is that cat.
You can call it, try to understand it, even bribe it with treats (or sensory-friendly tools, in my case), but it’s not going to behave the way you expect. My brain, like that cat, doesn’t follow the usual rules. I might focus obsessively on one thing while ignoring something you think is crucial. I might react strongly to a minor sound but barely notice the big picture.
And when I do finally engage, it’s usually on my terms. Like that cat that decides, at 3 a.m., to knock your favorite mug off the counter because—why not?
The Spinning Top of Hyperfocus
When I’m in hyperfocus mode, it feels like a spinning top. You know the kind you’d twirl as a kid, watching it hum and buzz in place? That’s my brain when I lock onto a project or an idea. Everything else disappears—the noise, the stress, even hunger.
Once, I got so hyperfocused on reorganizing my bookshelves (by color and publication date, naturally) that I forgot to eat lunch and dinner. By the time I stepped back, I was dizzy, dehydrated, and surrounded by a floor full of books. But the shelves looked perfect.
The problem with spinning tops is they don’t spin forever. When they stop, they crash. My hyperfocus comes with a cost: exhaustion, burnout, and sometimes even meltdowns. But in the moment, it feels unstoppable.
The Chaos of Sensory Overload
Now imagine standing in a room full of TVs, all turned to different channels, the volume on max. Add a strobe light and a few people yelling your name from across the room. That’s sensory overload.
It doesn’t matter how “normal” the situation is—a grocery store, a family dinner, or even a classroom. For me, all the sounds, lights, and movements pile up until they’re unbearable. One time, at a wedding reception, I had to hide in the bathroom for 45 minutes because the DJ’s music felt like it was vibrating my skull.
Sensory overload is why I carry noise-canceling headphones everywhere, even if it makes me look odd. It’s also why I decline a lot of invitations to “fun” events. Because if fun feels like chaos, is it really worth it?
Autism and the Search for Quiet
Here’s the thing about metaphors: they’re imperfect. Just like me. Autism isn’t a cat, or a spinning top, or a chaotic room full of noise. It’s all of those things and none of them, depending on the day.
But one metaphor I always come back to is static. (If you’ve read my last post, you’ll know this one.) It’s a hum in the background of my life—sometimes low and manageable, sometimes deafening. And I’m always searching for the quiet.
Quiet looks like sitting on the floor of my living room, running my hands over the soft, worn edges of my favorite quilt. It looks like staring out the window at the trees swaying in the wind. It looks like spinning that obsidian stone between my fingers and letting the world fade out for a little while.
The Bigger Picture
People ask me all the time, “What’s it like to be autistic?” And honestly, I don’t always have the words. Autism isn’t one thing; it’s many things, layered and tangled like a ball of yarn. Some days, I feel like the cat chasing that yarn—focused, determined, maybe a little out of control. Other days, I feel like I’m trapped in it, trying to untangle myself strand by strand.
What I wish people knew is that autism isn’t a tragedy. It’s not a superpower either. It’s just another way of being human—messy, chaotic, and sometimes beautiful in its own weird way.
Visual Snapshot
Right now, I’m sitting at my kitchen table, the late afternoon sun slanting across the wood. There’s a half-empty cup of tea next to me (lukewarm, because I always forget to finish it) and a small stack of Post-it notes covered in scribbles. My cat—yes, I really have one—just knocked a pen onto the floor and is staring at me like it’s my fault.
The house is quiet, except for the faint hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the floorboards. It’s the kind of quiet that feels like home.
FAQ
Q: Are autistic people really “obsessed” with their interests?
A: Obsession is a loaded word. I prefer “passionate.” For many of us, special interests are a source of joy, comfort, and even self-expression. Here’s a great article about why they’re important.
Q: Is sensory overload common in autism?
A: Absolutely. Many autistic people have heightened sensory sensitivity, which can make everyday environments overwhelming. If you want to learn more, check out this guide from the Autism Society.
Q: Why do autistic people stim?
A: Stimming (like hand-flapping, tapping, or spinning objects) helps us regulate our emotions and focus. Think of it as a built-in stress reliever.
Final Thoughts
Autism is complicated. It’s frustrating and exhilarating, isolating and connective, chaotic and calm—all at the same time. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: the metaphors may help, but the real understanding comes when you’re willing to sit down, listen, and accept people as they are—chaos, cats, spinning tops, and all.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a cat to chase off my keyboard.
