I have to begin this post by saying that I am so lucky, being someone who has felt so loved & so supported, particularly by my family & close friends, throughout the entirety of my autism diagnosis journey & beyond. I know that many, many people who receive diagnoses as adults, or even as children, are not as lucky as I am & are forced to find their footing in this neurotypical world on their own. Going off of that, a couple of days ago, my best friend texted me an article about the rise of neurodiversity at work. Interestingly, several weeks before, my cousin had emailed me a different article on the same topic, that was included in her work's most recent newsletter. Both articles were very similar, making very similar points about employers being more accepting of autistic & neurodiverse employees now, more than ever. The articles even made statements regarding how in certain aspects, neurodiverse employees add more value to a company than neurotypical employees do. However, when I read articles like these, what I'm seeing is that while we're definitely in a much better place now than we were before, significant changes still need to be made in the workplace & beyond. I had an interesting conversation via text with my best friend I'd like to share with you & that's what today's topic is about. Let's Step Away From The Technology, Mathematical, & Science Industries For A Moment: When you think autism, you generally think Dr. Sheldon Cooper in The Big Bang Theory or Dr. Shaun Murphy in The Good Doctor. I mean, this autistic stereotype is clearly illustrated within their characters, after all. Both articles that were sent to me mentioned this stereotype. My view on this is that articles written about this add to our already existent stereotype, rather than combatting it, which is what we really need. For example, the article my cousin sent me stated that, "Employers have begun to realize that individuals with autism are assets to the company, especially in the engineering and technology industry, where skills such as attention to detail, extended focusing, and mathematical concepts are in demand." On the other hand, the article that my best friend sent me mentioned that some industries, like tech & finance are moving faster than others when in comes to neuroinclusion. While I think that's great, what I'm more interested in are the other industries. Personally, I am someone who would not thrive in any of the stereotypical autistic industries. While I thrived in algebra & statistics while I was in school, I am not a technical- or a mathematical-oriented person. To be totally honest, I inputted numbers into formulas to get the answers because my teacher or professor told me to, but I never understood why I was doing that. And I was never required to remember the formulas I learned because having notecards for tests was an accommodation I had in both high school & college. Autistic people can also be extremely creative, be talented writers, & be great with animals. I can tell you that this is where my personal talents lie. Several industries autistic people tend to thrive in are journalism, animal science, pet grooming, animal care, filmmaking, videography, animation, photography, & graphic design. In elementary school & middle school, I spent my free time writing poetry. In high school & college, graphic design was my hobby. Even though I didn't write poetry as often when I was older, I often still used it to express my feelings. We don't hear about the link between these particular industries & autism often... or at all. What I'm interested in is how THESE industries & other industries outside of the technology, mathematical, & science fields are embracing autistic people & becoming more inclusive. Where These Autistic Stereotypes Came From:
I believe that these autistic stereotypes were created because there are so many undiagnosed autistic females. The technology, mathematical, & science industries are all male-dominated fields. So, of course if undiagnosed autistic females work in other fields, people are unaware of autism's presence outside of the tech bubble! A great illustration of this occurred shortly after I had a conversation with my physician about the fact that I am likely autistic. In my quest to learn more about autism & about myself, I purchased the book, I Think I Might Be Autistic: A Guide to Autism Spectrum Disorder Diagnosis and Self-Discovery for Adults. When I finished reading it, I gave it to my dad to read. After my dad read the autistic traits section of that book, he told me he knows many people who are like the type of person Cynthia Kim is describing. My dad was an engineer for over twenty-five years, so I'm sure that many of his former colleagues are autistic. Engineering is one of the fields that fits that autistic stereotype. Also, after everything I have learned about autism over the past year, I believe that my dad is autistic himself. Where This Leads Us: While it's great that more & more organizations are willing to talk about & accept autism & neurodiversity, there clearly is significant work that still needs to be done. It is time for all industries to be more inclusive & welcoming; but I am most interested in what the industries outside of the technology, mathematical, & science fields are doing to achieve this.
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Vestibular overload happens more frequently than you might think. And it happens WAY more frequently than what is comfortable for me. I mean, I'm comfortable with it happening, NEVER. When it happens, it is pretty terrifying & it causes sheer panic, to be completely honest. As I've grown up, I've become skilled at knowing what my triggers are & either avoiding them completely or coming up with coping mechanisms that cause my symptoms to be milder & more in my control. However, because I can't control every situation, it's just not possible for everything in my life to be under my control all the time. Sometimes, vestibular overload happens out of the blue & other times, it happens due to a particular situation. I talk more in-depth about what the vestibular sense & the two other hidden senses are in my previous blog post about vestibular processing & the SEVEN other senses. When Vestibular Overload Happens Out Of The Blue: When this happens, it's pretty terrifying because there are absolutely no warning signals & I am not at all able to sense that it's coming. While I did outgrow my dizzy spells when I was seventeen, I do sometimes still struggle with dizziness-related issues. For example, just this past fall, I was taking my dogs for a walk around my neighborhood loop (the street I live on is the shape of a horseshoe, so if you just walk straight, you end up where you started). Then, I felt a wave of dizziness start to come over me. I was beginning to panic because I was alone with my two tiny, six pound dogs who I had to keep safe. I also have this intense fear of being alone while I'm dizzy if I'm outside of my home. I'm sure that the only reason I have this fear is due to the dizziness trauma I endured when I was growing up. Thankfully, this kind of dizziness is not at all debilitating, like it used to be, though. I opened the locator app on my phone to see if my dad had gotten home from work yet & luckily, he had. So, I called him to see if he could walk the opposite direction & meet me & my pups. The second I could see my dad walking towards me, I felt a wave of relief because I was no longer alone. Knowing that I would have assistance, support, & someone to take care of my precious pups if something were to happen to me was very relieving. Luckily, nothing did happen that I needed his help with. But, him being nearby helped immensely. If this situation had happened when I was at home, I probably wouldn't have even told anyone & just sat on the couch until it was over. Being this afraid of dizziness can be very overwhelming. Experiencing Expected Vestibular Overload:
This is actually what gave me the idea for this blog post. I currently walk small dogs & pet sit for a living. However, I am hoping that Splashed With Water will soon become my main source of income with pet care becoming more of a side gig, once this blog & online boutique gain more exposure & traction. I have a client who lives along a very busy & high-speed road with no sidewalks. However, they live just a few houses away from a very quiet street with almost no traffic. My job is to get their dog from the house & take her to that little, quiet street for her walk. I can do it safely by walking in people's lawns rather than in the shoulder of the road. The houses on this street are very far away from the road, so I'm sure no one notices that I'm walking in their front yards. However, this is where the problem comes into play. This dog likes to have zoomies along this very busy & high-speed road on our way home from our walks. Zoomies are a good thing for dogs, but are not a good thing for me & are not a good thing for this particular situation. What Are Zoomies?: If you have a dog or are familiar with dogs, you likely know what zoomies are, but if you don't, here's your answer. Zoomies are explosions of energy that dogs have, which cause frantic running around in circles &/or spinning around. They are frequently caused by an excess buildup of energy that dogs hold on to, which is then released in one big burst. Different dogs have different triggers for zoomies. Some have zoomies during certain times of day, after a bath, or after stressful situations, like visiting the vet. Clearly one of this dog's triggers for zoomies is going for walks with ME! This dog having zoomies is stressful for me because she's having zoomies while she's on (I'm estimating) an eight foot leash that I'm holding onto. I cannot spin in circles. Period. Plus, I'm responsible for this dog's safety while she's with me. Like I previously stated, she likes to have zoomies when we're walking along a very busy, high-speed road. Luckily, we're walking on people's lawns rather than in the shoulder of the road, which makes this activity slightly less dangerous than it could be. Whenever this dog has zoomies, it causes some panic inside of me because it makes me feel unsafe myself. I tend to find myself taking deep breaths to try to calm myself down, hoping she'll get it out of her system quickly, so that I can get her home & be on my way. 🤞🏼 I mean, as much as I want to, I can't say to my clients' dog, "Hey, I'm autistic & struggle with vestibular overload. So, can you please not have zoomies outside, along a very busy, high-speed road, while I'm trying to keep you under control & safe via leash? Because no matter how much I want to chase you, I can't run around in circles." & expect she'll understand. 🤪 This situation just happened earlier today. Multiple times. I love this dog, but I just wish zoomies could be reserved for inside the house! You probably know that the five senses are sight, hearing, touch, smell, & taste, but did you know that there are actually eight senses? The three hidden senses are: The Vestibular Sense: Vestibular receptors, located in our inner ears, help us process movement & balance. The vestibular system helps us to distinguish between speed & the direction of movement. Many autistic people are either vestibular under- or over-responders. People who are vestibular under-responders seek intense or prolonged vestibular stimulation & may enjoy frequent rocking, swinging, bouncing, jumping, or other activities involving intense movement. People who are vestibular over-responders may react negatively to a wide range of vestibular input. They are often prone to motion sickness & have anxiety during activities that involve movement through space, such as walking down the stairs. They also tend to struggle with body control & coordination. I am someone who struggles a great deal with vestibular sensitivities. This is why numerous times throughout this blog, I have referred to vestibular processing issues & anxiety around certain things causing dizziness. Because I keep referring to vestibular sensitivities, I thought it would be good to take a step back & actually explain what I mean by that. The Proprioception Sense: Proprioception receptors, located in our muscles & joints, provide information about where our bodies are in space. This system impacts our sense of body awareness & coordination. It also helps to create smooth movement. Many autistic people are either proprioception under- or over-responders. People who are proprioception under-responders struggle with knowing how much pressure to apply. They may break pencils or use too much pressure when shaking someone’s hand, for example. They may enjoy jumping, bumping, & crashing into people & objects. They tend to be unaware of safety & can be accident-prone. Children tend to prefer rough play & seem to be constantly wrestling with siblings or other children. They tend to stand too close to others & touch them without permission. And they may crave pressure & bear hugs. People who are proprioception over-responders may are easily overwhelmed by touch & movement. They tend to avoid physical contact, like hugs & other types of contact or pressure. They also tend to become anxious in crowded spaces or when standing close to others. Children who are proprioception over-responders tend to avoid physical play & appear timid around others. They also may dislike slides, swings, other playground equipment, & phys ed class in school. I also struggle with proprioception sensitivities, but because I am now an adult, these issues are much less bothersome now than they were when I was a child. The Interoception Sense: Interoception receptors, located on our internal organs, provide us with information about our internal body & emotional states. These receptors tell us when we're hungry, thirsty, hot, cold, in pain, or needing to use the bathroom. They also tell us if we're happy, sad, or anxious. People who are interoception under-responders may be unaware of pain & temperature signals, not know when they're hungry or thirsty, be unaware of the urge to eliminate until it is urgent, or have alexithymia, otherwise known as the inability to identify his or her own emotions. People who are interoception over-responders may always be hungry, thirsty, or having to use the bathroom. They also tend to experience more pain & pain lasts longer. It is common for over-responders to have frequent sicknesses because even the mildest of illnesses cause them to feel terrible. Stereotypical Sensory Sensitivities:
In movies & on tv, you'll notice that autistic characters are often very sensitive to light & sound. Because of this, they often wear sunglasses, noise-canceling headphones, or ear plugs to relieve themselves from intense sensory input. Autistic people also tend to be very sensitive to touch, where they can only tolerate clothing made from certain types of fabric & they cannot tolerate tags in their clothing or seams in their socks. It is also very common for autistic people to dislike being touched. Lastly, autistic people commonly dislike very strong flavors in the foods they eat. They tend to not like spicy, sour, or minty food. The beige food diet is common for autistic people. People who prefer this diet stick to eating only food that is beige in color, such as plain pasta, bread, & chicken nuggets. My Sensory Sensitivities: I don't experience this world as a stereotypical autistic person, in the sensory sense. Most sensory sensitivities that are common to autistic people are not issues for me. In fact, I was not aware of many of my sensory sensitivities being at all related to autism until I began learning more about autism, as I was pursuing a diagnosis. Until pretty recently, I thought that what I was experiencing were quirks in my likes, dislikes, & behavior. The sense that is definitely the most sensitive & bothersome for me is the vestibular sense. Sight: I do not have any visual sensitivities. Bright lights do not bother me, like they tend to bother the stereotypical autistic person. However, when I was growing up, certain frequencies of lighting would bother me because they caused dizzy spells, which you can read more about in my previous blog post about how the coronavirus pandemic turned me into a "normal" person. For example, the first time I ever successfully ate in a Rainforest Cafe, I was in my twenties. My dad & I were visiting family in Texas & we were in San Antonio for the day. We wanted to eat lunch along the River Walk & the restaurant everyone decided to eat at was the Rainforest Cafe. Something about the atmosphere in that restaurant caused dizzy spells because this was the first time I had ever eaten in that restaurant without getting sick. Because of my history with that restaurant, both my dad & I had anxiety about eating in there, but it was a success! I think it was probably the Rainforest Cafe's lighting that was the issue, but I don't know for sure. Also, while I don't have issues with bright lights, I do have issues with blinking or flashing lights & lights that are moving, particularly in circles. That is more of a vestibular issue though, which I'll discuss more below. Hearing: I do not have any auditory sensitivities. In fact, I really love listening to loud music! Touch: I do not have any of the stereotypical tactile sensitivities involving the clothing I wear. I can generally wear all fabrics of clothing & I am not bothered by tags or by the seams in my socks. I am sensitive to the sheets on my bed touching my feet though, so I have to sleep with socks on. However, as I mentioned in my first blog post, I am very sensitive to water touching me, particularly on my face & in my eyes. Because of that, I can't wash my face with soap in the sink. I have to use a washcloth instead. I also dislike the feeling of breezes. For example, I don't drive with the windows open & I actually point the vents away from the driver's seat in my car. I am also picky about who touches me & how I'm touched. I love experiencing physical affection from family & people I'm close with. However, hugging people that I do not have a certain level of established comfort with is uncomfortable. I also greatly prefer hugs over kisses & dislike romantic touch. I remember that on the first day of school when I was a sophomore in high school, my biology teacher put her hand on my shoulder as I was walking to my desk. I disliked that so much that I couldn't stop thinking about that for the whole rest of the year. If she had done that after I had an established relationship with her, I wouldn't have thought anything of it & it probably would've even made me feel good. But, because it was the first day of school & I didn't have a relationship with this teacher, it really bothered me. Smell: I do not have any olfactory sensitivities. Taste: The gustatory sense is the one sense where I am a stereotypical autistic person. I dislike strong flavors of food & I tend to stay away from spicy & sour food. If I'm eating in a restaurant & the waitress asks me if I would like a lemon in my water, I always decline it. In cases where I am not asked whether or not I would like a lemon & my water arrives with a lemon in the glass, I always take the lemon out. I also don't like mint, even in chocolate or in ice cream! I tolerate it in toothpaste though. Lastly, I really like my drinks cold (with A LOT of ice) & my food hot (temperature-wise). Vestibular: The vestibular sense is the sense that is by far the most sensitive & interferes with my daily living the most. In fact, that is why the graphic I chose to use for this blog post is supposed to resemble spinning. I am definitely a vestibular over-responder & I have a lot of fears that are all caused by this sensitivity. I listed many of these fears in my previous blog post about how the coronavirus pandemic turned me into a "normal" person. I could write a novel about everything that causes dizziness, so I tried to pick the things that stuck out the most in my mind. I know what I generally can & can't handle, so I either try to avoid certain things or I use coping mechanisms to deal with certain situations that most people would think nothing of. This is also why I don't know how to ride a bike. Embarrassing, but true. An example of a coping mechanism I use is how I deal with glass elevators, which really bother me. I have learned to find a screw or another stationary object inside the elevator to focus my eyes on until the elevator stops moving. An example of a situation that caused vestibular oversensitivity took place at a family wedding when I was in middle school. My mom's cousin's husband wanted to dance with me & took me to the dance floor. I remember really struggling with that dance because he didn't know to not spin me & I wasn't comfortable enough with him to tell him to stop. My grandpa, who I call Gung-Gung, took me to dance right afterwards & he didn't spin me because he knew how sensitive I was. The difference & the relief that I experienced when I danced with my Gung-Gung was phenomenal. Proprioception: I have significant proprioception sensitivities, but luckily, these things no longer affect my adult life. When I was a child, I felt unsafe on playground & climbing equipment if other children were also using it. I was also unable to engage in age-appropriate physical play with other children. Phys ed was traumatizing. In fact, what I remember about my elementary school phys ed teacher is that she scolded me for running away from a fast-moving soccer ball & she didn't scold my peers for laughing at me. I was truly terrified of that ball & I was only doing what I could do to protect myself. In high school, the transition between classes & the transition from class to the buses or the parking lot was terrifying because I thought I was going to get hurt from navigating down a staircase among a fast-moving stampede of teenagers. Interoception: I do not have significant issues with interoception, but I occasionally will experience alexithymia. I don't have any trouble identifying intense emotions, but I sometimes will have difficulty distinguishing between closely-related emotions or more neural emotions. I know this is a topic most people are tired of hearing about, of talking about, but let's talk about COVID! This is a topic that I've been really looking forward to writing about, well... because I know my experience throughout the coronavirus pandemic isn't like other people's, so I wanted to share my experiences. We made it to what the entire country is calling the end of the coronavirus pandemic, but I just can't see it that way. I can't picture myself EVER seeing it that way, as sad as that is for me to admit. Yes, I still [mostly] wear a mask when I'm indoors, unless I'm eating or drinking. Yes, my immune system is perfectly functional. No, I don't have an autoimmune disorder & I don't take any immune-suppressant drugs. So, why do I wear a mask then? Well... I have a very severe case of germaphobia. I was in the bank this morning, taking care of some business with my parents & of course, I was the only one in the bank wearing a mask. It would've been physically impossible for me to work with any individual person for more than a couple of minutes if I wasn't wearing a mask. Why? Anxiety, of course! After being in her office for several minutes, the woman who we were working with asked me if I would feel more comfortable if she wore one also. Of course, I told her, "No, it's fine for you not to wear one." Even though I completely understood where she was coming from, being asked that question made me super uncomfortable. I hate that the world went back to pre-COVID times, where wearing a mask is something you just don't do. I felt like I was being looked at like I had three heads, being the only one in the bank who was wearing a mask. But, that's what I needed to do in order to access the services my parents & I needed. If I had a sprained ankle, so I hobbled in on crutches or wore a boot, people wouldn't wonder why a person like myself would need to utilize equipment like that. Because that's a physical injury that people can see, they don't wonder what's wrong with you. For me, wearing a mask makes my invisible disability visible. I look young & healthy, so I know people wonder why there's a mask on my face. However, let me also mention that many autistic people cannot tolerate wearing a mask due to sensory sensitivities. Masks can cause some autistic people to not be able to function, to have meltdowns, to have shutdowns, or all of the above. On the other hand, many autistic people are germaphobic, just like I am. COVID-19 has completely exasperated my lifelong fears of germs & illness. Living in a world with the existence of COVID is my literal nightmare. When I've told doctors, autism resource people, & anyone else I've spoken to that I'm very germaphobic, so I've really been struggling living through this time, a common response that I get is, "Yeah, I used to be too, but then I got COVID & it wasn't so bad, so I'm no longer that worried about it." Those people don't get it because COVID has absolutely nothing to do with me being a germaphobe, it only exasperated my fears. Sadly, I do not remember a time in my life where germaphobia wasn't a problem, as I've experienced an extremely intense fear of germs & illness thirty years prior to COVID-19 even being part of our vocabulary. A Germ-Obsessed Child: There was never a time in my life where I didn't have an obsession with germs. In fact, my parents will tell you that ever since I was old enough to speak, whenever they had the news on & the news-anchors were talking about an illness, whether it was about the flu season, a measles outbreak, etc., I would repeat over & over again, "What sick? What sick? What sick?...". They say that a child's personality traits really start to show when they're around two years old. I am proof in the truth behind this statement. My parents didn't know what they were in for because their little germ-obsessed toddler never lost her germaphobia as she grew up. In fact, my germaphobic tendencies sadly only intensified with age. Illness-Related Trauma: When I was six years old, I got super sick with the flu & as a result, I developed a really high fever. Not a go to the hospital high fever, but a high fever. I believe that the fever I got from the flu is what caused these extremely debilitating dizzy spells that I luckily outgrew when I was seventeen. These dizzy spells were absolutely traumatizing & they usually caused me to become extremely nauseous & vomit, as well. The only thing that ever got them to subside was sleep, but ever since I got past the napping age, I have never been good at sleeping unless it was actually bedtime. Even going to sleep at bedtime wasn't always easy. I have been to countless doctors & had countless tests done, including an abnormal EEG, in order to figure out the cause of these spells. Unfortunately, it remained a mystery to doctors. The closest we came to figuring this out was that it was probably either a migraine or a seizure variant, or both. Migraines & seizures are comorbidities that autistic people often struggle with, but I didn't know I was autistic during this time. Fear Of Dizziness Because of my history with dizziness, I have fears of all things that cause dizziness or cause issues with vestibular processing. Here are some of them:
How The Coronavirus Pandemic Turned Me Into A "Normal" Person:
When the pandemic first began in the spring of 2020, my parents joked with me & told me that now, I'm finally a "normal" person. What they meant by this was that everything the doctors were recommending we do to stay safe & healthy were habits that I've had ever since I was a young child. I didn't wear a mask or stay six feet away from people until doctors recommended we do that, but literally everything else that they recommended was already a habit, & it had been practically my entire life. My brother even jokingly told me that I should sell my hand sanitizer on eBay because it was sold out everywhere & I had a mountain of it at home. Here are some (but not all) of the things I was doing &/or feeling long BEFORE COVID-19 was a part of our vocabulary:
Things NOT To Say To Me: "COVID Isn't That Bad. It's Just Like The Flu!" The last time I came down with the flu, I was six years old & it was the time I described above. COVID being compared to the flu will only make me freak out. I get the flu vaccine every year & I've gotten every COVID vaccine I'm eligible for. People are experiencing vaccine fatigue, but I can tell you that I'm not. I wish I could get a COVID booster every four months because once it's been more than four months since my last vaccine, I no longer feel safe being around people. "You Just Have To Accept That We're All Eventually Gonna Get COVID." While I know this is true deep down, it's not something I'm able to accept. I have never had COVID at this point & I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can. When the time comes that I do eventually test positive for COVID, it's gonna cause panic. I just know it. "You Don't Have To Wear A Mask In Here. I'm Vaccinated." If I felt like I didn't need to wear a mask, I wouldn't. I don't like wearing a mask, I just don't feel safe without one. If vaccines protected us from illness for an extended amount of time, I would consider not wearing a mask. Since that's not the case, that statement only causes discomfort because it makes me feel like I'm making the wrong choice by wearing a mask. "Are You Really Gonna Wear A Mask Forever?" Asking this question really doesn't make any sense because truthfully, I probably am, unless COVID & all illnesses become nonexistent, which isn't going to happen, at least not in my lifetime. I often blame the fact that I'm wearing a mask on my grandpa because he is ninety years old & is in the high-risk group. However, that isn't the truth & I just use that as an excuse to make myself look better to people who I'd rather not share this quirk with. In closing, please remember that you'll never know for sure what someone else is dealing with, unless they come right out & tell you. If you see a seemingly healthy, young person wearing a mask, don't tell them it's okay to remove it or look at them & wonder what's wrong with them. Wearing a mask is just as okay as not wearing one. It is our personal choice & our comfort level. If I felt like it was possible for me to walk into a store without a mask covering my face, believe me, I would. I don't enjoy wearing a mask, I just have no other choice. For me, I have two choices: to wear a mask or to hibernate for the rest of my life. Mother's Day is a day to celebrate the women who have made a difference in your life, whether that's your mom, your grandma, your aunt, your second mom, etc. I am so lucky to have had the experience of having both a wonderful mom AND second mom. Having a second mom is a true gift. It really takes a special person to make someone who isn't your daughter feel loved like she is. So, let's talk about my close friend, Beth, for a moment. I have known Beth for about twenty-five years now. She was my classroom aide back when I was a little second grader. And she is probably the person who knows me best, after my parents. Every single part of school was painfully difficult for me, but the academic aspects of it were (sadly) a breeze compared to all other aspects. I didn't have friends, I was bullied very severely, & because of my gross motor difficulties, I couldn't keep up with the other children at recess, even if I wanted to. I also didn't know I was autistic. I know I leaned on Beth way more than I should have back then. But, she was my only friend. She was who I hung out with at recess, who I laughed with, who I wanted to spend my time with, etc. Her time, her kindness, & her love made such a huge impact on my life back then. She really took me under her wing & she made school so much less painful than it would've been without her influence. As I grew older, our relationship only grew. I've told Beth things about myself & thoughts that I've had that I've never told anyone else, not even my own mom. I love my mom with my whole heart, but with my mom, I have fears about disappointment, judgement, & worry. Fears that probably every daughter with a caring & loving mother has. With Beth, those fears are not there, but the love & care that I so desperately need is. She's someone I confide in & tell my deepest secrets to. I also sometimes share my worst fears & concerns with her, so that I don't worry my mom. She's allowed me to vent & complain about whatever it is that's on my mind, as well. Her life experiences, perspective, & advice have been so valuable to me throughout the years. Because of the way I've been treated by my peers when I was growing up, the intense bullying, being constantly left out, I've built cement walls around myself that are so strong that even a bulldozer couldn't knock them down. With Beth, there are no walls because with her it's total comfort all the time. She was one of the first people I told that I was going to be getting an autism diagnosis & I was certain that that wouldn't surprise her. I was right. But, not only that, sharing this information with her only made our relationship stronger.
Beth has done so many things over the years to show me she cares. Here are a few examples:
I am so beyond thankful to have such an amazing person & friend in my life who has changed my life in countless ways. I love you so much, Beth! If there is anyone else reading this who has taken someone in who is not their own daughter & made her feel loved, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. It takes a really special person to do that & what you're doing really, truly matters. I know because it did to me. 💝 Let me clarify something first. I am trying to be cognizant of using only identity first language throughout this blog, particularly in post titles. However, I had to call myself a caregiver with autism in the title of this (& my previous) post because if I called myself an autistic caregiver, that could mean that I am a caregiver of an autistic person, which I am not. Using person first language & calling myself a caregiver with autism was the only way I could think of to ensure that my words would be interpreted correctly. Now that I know I'm autistic & I have received my diagnosis, I have a much deeper understanding of myself, of my strengths, & of my weaknesses, all which are related to being autistic. However, my abilities when it comes to caregiving haven't changed at all. Caregiving is HARD work. I had my first go at it back in the fall of 2019, when I stayed with my grandpa, who I call Gung-Gung, & was his primary caregiver for three weeks. There have been a lot of changes in my family's dynamics since the fall of 2019. Sadly, my grandma's cancer returned two more times within two years. My grandparents had been on a waiting list for an apartment in a continuum of care facility here in Shrewsbury, MA; for several years. There was an opening for the exact type of apartment that my grandma, who I called Haw-Bu, wanted, in the fall of 2020. We took that apartment knowing that my Gung-Gung was going to outlive my Haw-Bu. What was best for him was for him to live somewhere where he could live independently & where he could have frequent time with family, after her passing. We moved my grandparents in, in the winter of 2021. They lived in that apartment together for only a few short weeks before my Haw-Bu's health declined drastically. She then had to be moved to the hospital & eventually to the nursing home in the same continuum of care facility where my Gung-Gung lived. Sadly, my Haw-Bu lost her battle with cancer in the spring of 2021. My Haw-Bu wanted my Gung-Gung to live the rest of his life here in Shrewsbury, MA for a plethora of reasons, & I know that one of those reasons was me. She knew that I wanted to take an active role in taking care of my Gung-Gung who I love so much. I wanted my Gung-Gung to live close to me for my entire life & I was so excited that it was finally happening. I only wished it had happened much, MUCH sooner. I was also happy that I could care for him without leaving home & without leaving my two dogs. Let's talk about the strengths & weaknesses of autism & how they affect my caregiving responsibilities: Autistic Strengths: I Am Loyal, Compassionate, & Caring. When I care about someone, I care with my whole heart, with every fiber of my being. Having struggled socially my entire life, there are only a few people I feel this way about & my Gung-Gung is one of those people. I know that outsiders can clearly see the love I have for him because they have told me so. Love, loyalty, & compassion come naturally for me when I care for my Gung-Gung because I've had such a strong relationship with him ever since I was a little girl. That's what made care so deeply. Those things aren’t things I could ever learn & they only come naturally for me with certain people. As I mentioned in my autism & grief blog post, once I began learning more about how autism presents itself in girls & in women, I learned that people can be a special interest & my Gung-Gung is one of mine. Because my Gung-Gung is one of my special interests, his presence & his mere existence in the world, & in my life takes precedence over everything else. Because of this, I would do anything for him, that is within reason, of course. That is the definition of loyalty. I Am Persistent (when I really, REALLY want something). I am persistent, but my Gung-Gung is also. Because of that & because of the damage the stroke did to my Gung-Gung's brain, it can be hard to win with him. My Gung-Gung still thinks he knows better than everyone else. However, I keep trying & sometimes, much to my surprise, he listens to me. Because I care so much about him, I'll never stop trying until he listens. Since my Gung-Gung listens to his doctors better than he listens to my mom & me, we ask his doctors to tell him to do the things we want him to do, but he gets angry when we suggest it. For example, walking more. I attend my Gung-Gung's podiatrist appointments to communicate with his podiatrist on his behalf, due to him having a language disorder known as global aphasia. You can read more about that in my autism & grief blog post. During one of my Gung-Gung's podiatrist appointments, I brought up walking AGAIN & asked his podiatrist if he could tell him he needs to take walks everyday. I translated what the podiatrist was saying in a way my Gung-Gung could understand & surprisingly, he was receptive. So, I texted that to my mom. I suggested reiterating what his podiatrist told him when she visited my Gung-Gung that afternoon. By the time my mom visited my Gung-Gung that afternoon, he unfortunately was no longer receptive. This brings us to my next point: being literal. I Am Literal. My mom suggested that tomorrow, I go over to my Gung-Gung's to ask him how he was doing with his walking, so I did. This conversation was one of the most depressing conversations I've ever had. Not only was he not happy with me OR receptive for suggesting he do something he didn't want to do, but he was telling me over & over that he's so old & the love of his life isn't alive anymore. So, what's the point? I took the stance that walking more would make his life easier & not that it would make him live longer, even though it probably would achieve both things. When I left his apartment, I thought I didn't achieve anything. When my mom came home that evening, she told me that she found my Gung-Gung walking up & down the halls, just like we had asked him to do, when she got there for her visit. She was SO happy & gave him a great, big hug. She thought something she said yesterday must've sunk in. When I told my mom that earlier that day, I had such a depressing conversation with my Gung-Gung about walking & about the state of life he's in, she was shocked that I went over there & told me that she didn't think I was actually going to do that. I mean my mom asked me to go over there to talk to my Gung-Gung & I care so much about him, so why wouldn't I do that? I am VERY literal, after all. I Am Incredibly Detail-Oriented. Just a couple weeks ago, we had some concerns about my Gung-Gung's health. He's had a cough ever since his stroke, but he was coughing more than usual. My parents even went over to his apartment one night to give him a COVID test & to set up a vaporizer. The COVID test came out negative. The next day, I was going to take my Gung-Gung to his monthly blood test. My mom texted me in the morning to ask me if I could let her know how I think he's doing once I saw him. When I got there, I was very worried about how weak he was & this was why:
Because of my concerns about weakness, my parents ended up taking my Gung-Gung to Urgent Care after work that day. However, when I spoke to my parents when they got home that night, neither one of them noticed any unusual weakness. My mom told me that the only reason she took my Gung-Gung to Urgent Care was because of my concerns about weakness. Because of my issues with self-confidence, I wondered if I saw something that wasn't there, if my view was skewed, if I had poor judgment, etc. In the end, however, I know I was right to be concerned. When my mom got to my Gung-Gung's for her visit the next day, she discovered that he had a fall because she found him on the bathroom floor. I am SO thankful that this fall did not result in tragedy, but I also believe that this fall wouldn't have happened if he had been using his walker, which we have been trying to get him to use for more than two years. The plus-side of this? He's now using his walker. Did I notice these things because I'm so detail-oriented due to being autistic? Or was my Gung-Gung really not as weak when my parents took him to Urgent Care? I have no idea & I will never know. Adherence To Routines Is Extremely Important To Me. My two consistent responsibilities for my Gung-Gung are taking him to his monthly blood tests & attending his podiatry appointments every few months. I am absolutely committed to those two things & won't let anything ever get in the way of that, whether a job, a social commitment, or anything else. This is partially because it allows me to have much-needed time with my Gung-Gung that is so precious to me & that I wouldn't have otherwise. I Have Deficits In Relationships. Because being autistic has made forming friendships & relationships incredibly difficult, I don't have other social commitments I feel like I am missing out on due to taking care of my Gung-Gung. My Gung-Gung is my whole world & there is no place I would rather be. 🌎 ❤️ Autistic Weaknesses:
I Have Deficits With Verbal AND Nonverbal Communication. My Gung-Gung has difficulties with verbal communication due to his global aphasia while I have difficulties with both verbal & nonverbal communication due to being autistic. I also have a difficult time knowing how someone feels from his or her facial expressions, but it is usually is a bit more obvious with my Gung-Gung, since he usually yells when he's upset. It is difficult that he can't tell me how he feels though. Because of this communication barrier, understanding each other can be very difficult. I've had a lot of time to polish up my communication skills, which do not come naturally. There are two ways which I tend to use to communicate with my Gung-Gung, but I use the first way more frequently:
My Cognitive Processing Is Very Slow. When my Gung-Gung yells, he YELLS! Most of the time he yells, he yells quicker than how quickly I can process whatever it is he's yelling about. I guess it makes it a little easier that because of his aphasia, there aren’t very many words he can use when yelling. It's easy for me to tell that he's mad about something, but figuring out what he's mad about can be a challenge, depending on the circumstances of the situation. I Have Rigid & Inflexible Thought Patterns. I love my Gung-Gung SO much & the Gung-Gung who was part of my childhood valued family & loved spending time with me. Now, he's only accepting of my visits if I'm there for a reason, like to take him to his blood tests or to attend his podiatrist appointments. Plus, he wants me to leave as soon as whatever it was that I was there for is over. Visiting because I love him & I want to spend time with him is not acceptable. That really, really, REALLY hurts, especially because I know that he's always accepting of my mom visiting him. The only way I can get away with visiting him without a reason, like the reasons I mentioned above, is if I bring one of my dogs with me, both who he LOVES. I'm glad I figured out that loophole so early on, but it really hurts that he doesn't want me to visit simply because I'm his loving granddaughter. I know that the stroke changed his brain in drastic ways, but even though I know that, I just cannot accept this new reality no matter how hard I try. I Am Resistant To Change. I have had to learn that when I'm with my Gung-Gung, he's the one holding the reins. Even if I think I know what's going to happen, that might not happen. I do just fine if I have some advanced notice of whatever change is going to happen, but I don't usually get that when I'm with my Gung-Gung. If he's not in charge & things don't go his way, it usually results in him having a fit, which we all try to avoid at all costs. I Have Sensory Sensitivities. I am sensitive to certain textures & flavors of food. For example, I won't eat tofu or anything with strong flavors like things that are even mildly spicy or very sour, to name a few. If my family is having a meal with my Gung-Gung & I don't eat every single thing that is served, he expresses his displeasure in a way that makes me extremely uncomfortable. Being the people-pleaser that I am, this is very difficult for me to deal with, so I've had to figure out ways to hide that I'm not eating what he thinks is on my plate. He also gets upset if he thinks I'm eating too many dumplings or noodles, both things that I love, & he knows it. Taking Initiative & Decision Making Are Difficult For Me. When you're caregiving, taking initiative & decision making are two things that happen often. If a situation happens that I've never dealt with before, I likely won't know what to do. However, if it's something that's happened before, I'll remember what I did in the past & I'll handle it like a pro. I Have Extreme Anxiety & I Don't Handle Stress Well. I feel like no explanation is needed here. Caregiving is EXTREMELY anxiety-provoking & stressful & I don't handle either of those things well. I have so much intense anxiety all the time that I actually don't know what it feels like to not be anxious. I Am An Autistic Person Living In A Post-COVID World. There will be a future blog post about this, but while everyone around me has moved past COVID, I still haven't & I probably never will. I was extremely germaphobic at least ever since I was two years old, long before COVID existed. While everyone around me has stopped wearing masks, I still mask up if I am somewhere where people outside of my bubble are closer than six feet from me. However, if my Gung-Gung is with us & notices me wearing a mask when other people around us are not, that is not okay with him & again, he expresses his displeasure in a way that makes me extremely uncomfortable. Not wearing a mask isn't an option for me as it would cause so much anxiety that I wouldn't be able to function. While being germaphobic is common for autistic people, I have also had some illness-related trauma that definitely exacerbated my fears of germs & illness. When I first disclosed my autism to my family, friends, & some former teachers; I received the following email response from one of my mom's cousins: Kim, I’ve read and re-read your email. I was super impressed with you when you came to take care of your gung-gung and am even more impressed now. I am fascinated by your story and the extent you are taking to understand your past, present so that you can move forward. I can tell that it has been monumental for you to put a name to explain all of the struggles you have had. I’m happy for you and if you spent any amount of time blaming yourself (like we all have a tendency to do). You now know, it wasn’t you. While I was disheartened to learn the extent of what you’ve been going through, it was equally troubling to learn that your delayed diagnosis was primarily due to your gender. Another example of how these stereotypes can do real harm. But you are not focused on that, you’re focused on moving forward. Everything in your email points to that. Again, so much respect for you. Thank you for putting so much care into this message. Thank you for including me. If I have said anything that does not strike the right tone, let me know. I am processing and want to learn. What my mom's cousin is referring to in the line that I made bold, is the trip I made to my grandparents' home in California in the fall of 2019, about three & a half years ago. My grandma, who I called Haw-Bu, was recovering from having part of her tongue surgically removed due to a malignant tumor & because I had so much flexibility in my schedule, I planned to stay with my grandparents for two weeks to help out during my Haw-Bu's recovery. However, my Haw-Bu ended up having numerous complications due to the surgery & needed to stay in a rehabilitation facility to gain her strength back before she could safely live at home. So, I ended up extending my stay by another week & stayed for three weeks instead of two. Also, rather than helping out both of my grandparents, I became my grandpa's primary caregiver during that timeframe. I was responsible for the usual caregiving & household responsibilities as well has driving my grandpa, or my Gung-Gung as I call him, to & from the rehabilitation facility everyday so that he could visit my Haw-Bu. My Gung-Gung survived a major stroke several years earlier that severely disabled him, so he couldn't live in his house alone. I had turned twenty-nine just before making this trip. That is a lot of responsibility for any person, but it's especially a lot for a young person, particularly one who had so many different mental health challenges & now I know autism, as well. Let's talk about how autism, diagnosed or not, affected my caregiving responsibilities:
Social & Communication Deficits
Excessive Adherence To Routines & Resistance To Change
Interests That Are Abnormal In Intensity & Focus
Hyper-Reactivity To Some Sensory Input
Prosopagnosia
Topographic Agnosia
Grief is something that is certainly not fun to talk about, but it's part of life, & there were a couple difficult events involving my grandfather (he is doing okay!) that happened within the past few days that has me thinking about it more than usual. Just to give you a reference point, the five stages of grief are:
Those who are close to me know how incredibly important my maternal grandfather, who I lovingly call Gung-Gung, is to me. Ever since I was a little girl, he & I have had the most incredible, special bond. I love that man so, so, SO much. Back in January 2015, while on a cruise in Mexico, he had a major & devastating stroke. As a result, he acquired a condition known as global aphasia, which means that he no longer has the ability to communicate using language. So, he can no longer read, write, speak, or understand language of any kind. He also lost feeling on the entire right side of his body. Transition & Change:
Now, remember that grief doesn't only occur when someone dies. It also occurs when any major negative change happens in someone's life. For example, people may grieve when going through a divorce or heartbreak or if a close family member or friend moves away. I have been in the denial stage of grief for eight years & four months now (since that very day in January 2015 that the stroke occurred). Yes, as horrible as that is (it's even more terrible seeing it in writing than it has been thinking it in my head all of these years), that's the complete & honest truth. A Side-Note About Therapy: I had been seeing a therapist at the time that the stroke occurred. And I did tell my therapist how much I was struggling with my Gung-Gung's stroke, but I don't think she understood to what extent. I stopped going to therapy in the fall of that year, when I had to change to a different insurance plan that my therapist didn't accept. I haven't tried therapy again since, because my experience in therapy was that it either was extraordinarily harmful & detrimental to my mental health (the exact opposite thing that therapy is supposed to accomplish) or that it didn't make any difference at all, good OR bad. I had been through a plethora of therapists, all who, believe it or not, I wanted to strangle, before I found my last therapist who I really loved. Going through so many different therapists before finding the right one was incredibly emotionally & physically exhausting & draining & going through that multi-year process again, especially when I don't see the benefit in it is just not something I feel I have the energy or the drive for. I'll get more into my experience with therapy on another day. Now that I know I'm autistic, struggling this much with my Gung-Gung's stroke more than eight years later makes complete sense. Autistic people thrive on routine. However, transition & change are extremely difficult for us. That has to be why I'm still in the denial stage of grief this many years later. I just want my Gung-Gung to go back to being the person he was before his stroke. I mean, I know my mom wishes that too, but she has long accepted that this is her new reality, while I'm still denying that. Special Interests Particularly in autistic girls & women, special interests can be people or characters in novels or in movies. If an autistic person's special interest is a person, not only is the autistic person is going to be incredibly loyal to that person, but rejection will be particularly devastating, whether the person of interest is a friend, a romantic interest, etc. I didn't realize it until very recently, after I began learning more & more about how autism presents itself in girls & in women, but my Gung-Gung is one of my special interests. For me, this means that his presence & his mere existence in the world, & in my life takes precedence over everything else. The changes that occurred in him due to the severity of his stroke completely crushed me. And once he eventually passes away, that will shatter my entire world. The following statements are all true about my Gung-Gung:
When my grandma passed away a couple years ago, broken heart syndrome became one of my special interests. Unfortunately, I never had a relationship with my grandma, so I didn't grieve when she died. The hardest part about losing my grandma was thinking that her death would be what would kill my Gung-Gung, who I love so much. (My grandparents had an incredible love story.) I learned that the risk of a man dying of a broken heart goes down dramatically at the three-month mark, so once we hit three months, I felt an instant wave of relief. My aunt & uncle were visiting this past December & I had a heart-to-heart conversation with my aunt one night during that visit. My aunt brought up that when my Gung-Gung eventually does pass away, it really won't be that devastating because of how much he's changed since his stroke. I absolutely did not agree with her because the finality of death is so terrifying to me. Never feeling his arm around my shoulders; being able to hold his hand; or seeing my puppy, Ollie kiss him all over his face, bringing him so much joy & laughter is just not acceptable to me. It would absolutely devastate me & break my heart & wouldn't bring me any relief whatsoever. What my aunt expressed to me is how the average neurotypical person would feel, given the situation. But, what I'm expressing here is how one autistic woman feels, given that same situation. Being Literal-Minded Autistic people are literal-minded. Now, with that being said, I personally don't believe in God, in Heaven, or in any kind of afterlife. So, as morbid as that is to believe, I believe that when someone you love passes away, you'll never see that person ever again. The idea of God, Heaven, & an afterlife are just so abstract, foreign, & unbelievable in my mind that until I've actually seen proof that those things exist, I'm not going to believe in it. I know that those beliefs bring comfort to many people & I wish it did to me as well, but it just doesn't make sense in my literal mind. I know my Gung-Gung believes in Heaven & he wants to go up there to be with my grandma, the love of his life, again, but because I don't believe in it myself, I don't have the comfort he does. In fact, the idea of that actually makes me sick to my stomach. I am also someone who believes that the two things that should never be talked about are politics & religion, unless you know for sure that whoever you're talking to has the same beliefs as you. Because of the role my beliefs play in my fear of death, I thought this was important to mention, but at the same time, I want you to know that I completely understand & respect your beliefs, whatever they may be. So, I tried my very best to make this section as short & as to the point as possible. Fear Of The Unknown Autistic people like to know what to expect. In my thirty-something years of life, I have lost two grandparents & two pet bunnies. (Luckily, I have not lost any other loved ones.) I didn't grieve when either of my two late grandparents passed away. I believe that when my Gung-Gung passes, it will be the first time I would have ever grieved. And from what I know about myself & about my relationship with my Gung-Gung, I'm very worried about my ability to handle that grief. I hope that this post gave you valuable insight as to what grieving might feel like as an autistic woman. Being that today is Teacher Appreciation Day, I thought I would share some of my former teachers' thoughts & memories of me back from when I was a student. I have always respected & admired my teachers & really valued their opinions. I was really surprised that so many of these teachers remembered such details about me when I was in school so many years ago. Reaching out to so many people who were a part of my life growing up was one of the things I did during the self-discovery process that I thought was so worthwhile. I learned SO much about myself from emailing & chatting with my former teachers. I never asked my teachers what they thought of me when I was a student in their classrooms, so asking them this question now gave me really valuable perspective, as you'll see below. I did omit my teachers' & school names to keep my & their privacy safe & secure. 💕 Email From Seventh Grade Language Arts Teacher on August 8, 2022
What a pleasant surprise to hear from you! Yes, I do remember you from Middle School Name. I remember a very kind, shy, reserved student (with black-framed glasses, if I recall correctly) in my Language Arts class. In reading the notes you've shared, I do remember what a hardworking, diligent student you were and that earning top grades was very important to you. I see that I commented that you were "not good with being caught off guard," experienced frustration with group members who are fooling around, and that you interacted better with adults than with peers. I'm so sorry to hear of the challenges you've been experiencing for so long. I wish that I could add more detail to what I remember about you back in 7th grade, but I'm afraid that these meeting notes cover what I can recall. Although I unfortunately don't think I have much to add to the information you've shared with me, I'm happy to chat by phone if you'd like. Just let me know and we can arrange a time. Thank you so much for having the courage to reach out to me, Kim. It was wonderful hearing from you! We did have a phone conversation back in August & chatted a couple more times after that as well. This teacher is no longer a middle school language arts teacher, but is a middle school special education teacher in a different district now. I truly believe that special education is her calling, what she was meant to do with her life. Those conversations I had with her helped me immensely, more than I could ever convey to her (even though I tried). Thank you so, so much for being there for me & for truly listening to what I had to say in such an overwhelming time for me. This teacher is truly an illustration of why teachers are so incredible & so amazing. I was a student in her classroom about twenty years ago & she still made time for me during a time that I was learning so much about myself & was going through so much. At the time I sent her my initial email; I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do or if I was making a fool out of myself; but after emailing, texting, & conversing with her; I knew that reaching out was the right thing for me to do purely because her kindness, compassion, & helpfulness meant so much to me. It helped me to have the strength to go through all that I was going through while I was discovering so much about myself. I could never thank her enough for her kindness & time. Email From Seventh Grade Science Teacher on August 12, 2022 Wow! So great hear to from you. I am sorry to learn that things have been challenging for you, but am impressed by your perseverance to uncover more information about yourself. In thinking back to seventh grade, I remember you as being a quiet, shy student. You always worked so hard on your assignments, often going above and beyond what was expected of you. I also remember that when we had special activities or field trips, you liked to have your mom join us. I am not sure I can offer too much more than what you have already learned from the notes and speaking with Teacher's Name, but it seems you have a pretty clear picture of your middle school self. I wish you the best of luck on this journey of self discovery. I ran into this teacher while I was walking my client's dog a couple weeks ago. It was really great to see & chat with her in person as well! I have such fond memories of being her student about twenty years ago. Email From Second Grade Teacher on August 15, 2022 Thank you for reaching out to me. I am sorry to hear that you are experiencing some health issues and hope that you are able to resolve them as soon as possible. And while it's been a very long time since you were in my class and I can't recall every detail, I do have some clear memories of you. Yes, you were a very quiet and shy child. You seemed quite content to keep to yourself, and not too interested in other children. Making eye contact and initiating conversations weren't things you did often. Lately, more often than not, there is a student in my class who is on the spectrum. Each one has his or her own characteristics - but one common denominator I've witnessed is that students often are super-focused on specific things. For you, it was the love you had for your bunnies! Books you read and stories you wrote were all about bunnies. It sounds like you are doing all the right things to determine what's going on. If you receive this diagnosis, I wouldn't be surprised. I know I haven't added much to what you already have stated but if there's anything else I can do to help you, please let me know. Email From Middle School Physical Education Teacher on August 15, 2022 Thanks so much for the message! Of course I remember you!!! You are in your thirties?!?!? I'm getting old! I appreciate the kind words you gave me. Thanks so much. I remember you being very shy to start. I was informed of your dislike for PE so I was going to change that!!!! I remember you being stubborn!!!! I would try to get you to do some things that you would just not do!!!!! I do remember getting you involved in an asteroids game in which people could get back in ONLY if you throw them an asteroid!!! I was so proud of you for participating. Everyone was calling for your help!!!! Unfortunately, he wasn't able to change my dislike of PE, but he did make a huge difference in my experience in it. His kindness & compassion made it so that PE wasn't nearly as frightening as it was in all other grade levels. When I look back on PE, I have traumatic memories of PE in all grade levels except for middle school. The reason for that is because of his kindness, compassion, & the extra time he took with me. Quotes From Phone Conversation With High School Special Education Teacher on August 23, 2022 "I can totally see what you’re saying, especially looking through your early childhood development & some of the comments that teachers made & even your dad saying that it was something in the back of their minds. I can definitely see where your primary care physician may suggest that you look into that." "Definitely now that you’re saying that you’re looking into traits that you may have exhibited that you know to be in that autism checklist, I definitely remember you being very bright & artistic, creative. You definitely needed to be pulled out if you had a question or a concern, you weren’t always comfortable expressing that. Or advocating for help with your teachers. I saw over the four years, you became much more comfortable as time went on. And as you became comfortable with me, it definitely was easier for you to ask for help & advocate for yourself." "You tended to be very withdrawn when I first met you & then definitely came out & advocated a bit more junior & senior year. And people around you also made a big difference. I noticed that depending on who was in the classroom with you, who was in your skills class, & who was seated around you, that definitely had an impact on how comfortable you were, even making eye contact or joining in a conversation." "There were some times where I would think, "Aww, she’s just not comfortable in here" & I didn’t know if it was who you were sitting near or just the class in general. And then other times, I was just so happy because you seemed more at ease & I felt like you would ask for help or accept help more readily, depending on your surroundings & who was in your class." "I would not be surprised if you received this diagnosis. I feel like if you came into high school now, just from what I’m remembering, we would have a lot of red flags, where we’d say, "Oh, well, let’s look at this & let’s connect with Kim’s doctor" & we’d look back at your history, your educational history, whether you hit those milestones, things like that. I’m definitely not surprised that your doctor brought that up & I’m just so glad that you’re pursuing this because I think it will make a huge difference." Email From Freshman Year English Teacher on September 11, 2022 Yes, I absolutely remember having you as a student- it's so nice to hear from you! However, I am very sorry to hear about your medical struggles. It must be so frustrating to have had to deal with those for so long without having any clear answers as to the causes and the remedies, so I think you're doing the right thing in getting evaluated for the possibility of having autism spectrum disorder. What I do remember is that you were one of the best students in my class: very intelligent, and an excellent writer and reader. Yes, you were shy and quiet, but I've taught lots of students who were the same way, so your traits didn't seem out of the ordinary to me at the time. Please know that I always thought very highly of you and you made quite a favorable impression; that's why when I saw your name on the email, I instantly knew who you were. Sadly, I would not be able to say the same for many of the other students from the 2005-2006 school year. Email From High School Art Teacher on September 11, 2022 Of course I remember you :). It is good to hear from you. I remember you as a very hardworking and conscientious student. You cared about doing well in school. You were always well behaved and a pleasure to have in the room. Thinking back, I would describe you as a quiet student. You did not initiate many conversations. However, you were not afraid to come talk to me if you had something on your mind. I am not sure if I would describe you as shy or just quiet. Sometimes those two characteristics might be hard to differentiate. Feel free to contact me any time. I am happy to give you any information that I can remember. Quotes From Phone Conversation With Eighth Grade Algebra Teacher on September 12, 2022 "It was a long time ago, but I do remember you & I do remember you were a very diligent, excellent student. You always tried hard, but you were a little bit more to yourself. I do remember that you weren’t super social, you were very focused on school, the academic part of school & not so much the social aspect. That’s what I remember, Hun. That’s kinda what sticks out & I remember you were very sweet, nice, lovely, hardworking student, but I do remember the social piece, as being maybe more of a struggle." "I’m not surprised to say that’s something you’ve felt about yourself & there’s so much to the autism spectrum. I do kind of see that you could’ve fit that description of someone who really, the social part really was more of a challenge. And, I was a young teacher back then, I was just maybe ten years older than you, so I was kind of paying attention to the social thing." Email From Fifth Grade Math & Science Teacher on September 28, 2022 It is so nice to hear from you! Of course I remember you! Thank you for reaching out and sharing your story with me. It sounds like it must have been a long road and I applaud you for continuing to look for some answers. I remember you as a very quiet girl in 5th grade. You didn't talk very much, but would respond with body language. You had a great smile and you smiled a lot in response when someone was talking to you. You presented as someone who was very shy and walked down the hall typically next to an adult. I also remember your movements and work completion was in a much slower manner than others. I used to think that you were just taking things in and processing them. Please feel free to reach out at anytime. Since I posted so many times during the month of April, I thought it would be good to look back on everything that was covered during April, or Autism Acceptance Month. I had been thinking that I wouldn't post quite as often once Autism Acceptance Month was over, but I have been finding blogging very therapeutic, so who knows?! Also, if you are new here, WELCOME! Side-Note: I gave a stack of business cards to my physician, who asked me if it would be okay to give my cards to some of her patients. If you received one of my business cards from your physician, I wanted to welcome you personally. Especially since you & I likely have some similarities to our stories, don't be too shy to reach out! 💕 Autism Acceptance Month Blog Topics:
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