It is no secret that autistic police brutality is a real problem. From beatings & violent, wrongful arrests to deadly shootings; the aggressive force police use against us, autistics, is our unfortunate reality. In fact, I DON'T FEEL LIKE POLICE OFFICERS PROTECT ME at all, but to be quite honest, it is the exact opposite— I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM POLICE OFFICERS. When I look at police officers, I see the grownup versions of my high school bullies. I knew for a fact that the majority of the guys who bullied me in school, the guys who made my high school, my middle school experiences a living hell were going onto college to study criminal justice to become police officers. It does make sense. The tough guys in school. The guys who bullied the quiet, meek girls like myself. They have the exact right type of personalities, the desire & the thrill deep inside of them to want to catch the bad guys. Of course they want to become cops! I have been absolutely petrified, absolutely terrified of police officers my entire life & that is the main reason why. In my mind, POLICE OFFICERS ARE BULLIES, people who misunderstand me, people who mistreat me, people who don't treat me like a human being. And no one, no situation has ever proven me wrong. Interacting with police officers causes me so much stress that my autistic traits become much more exasperated, much more visible than they are typically. But, even with how exaggerated my autistic traits become, I still don't "look autistic" in a stereotypical sense. I spent the majority of my life not knowing I was autistic, but despite that, I still knew that my interactions with police officers were dangerous. While I never act in ways that are considered "typical," that is exaggerated exponentially when I'm faced with high-stress situations, like when I'm in the presence of law enforcement personnel. And when police officers see someone not acting "typical," they often assume the worst & react in ways that put the life & the well-being of an autistic person, such as myself, at risk. I now know that the kind of stress police officers trigger inside of me causes autistic shutdowns. Before I knew I was autistic, I knew that I shut down when in the presence of police officers, but I had no explanation as to why that was. During an autistic shutdown, I more often than not become nonverbal, meaning, even if I wanted to talk, it would be impossible for me to make the words come out. And if I am able to talk during an autistic shutdown, I don't have control over what I am saying, my words often not making any sense. Acting in this way when conversing with police officers is extremely problematic because a person who acts like this is typically on drugs. I'm not on drugs; I never have been & I never will be. It's being autistic that makes me act this way. On top of that, it takes an extremely long time for me to process information & it takes exponentially longer when I'm highly-stressed. So, when spoken to by a police officer, I am often non-responsive. Not because I don't want to respond, but because I physically can't. I simply haven't had enough time to process whatever was just said to me OR that I was spoken to at all. Having an extremely long processing time is very common with autistics, but again, it is also very common with drug users. During the few interactions with police officers I've had in my lifetime, I have been told every time that there was something off about me, that they thought I was on drugs when they first interacted with me. It would have been SO helpful to know that I was autistic at the time I had those interactions rather than for those police officers to automatically assume that I was on drugs. The fact that it is automatically assumed that I am on drugs when I'm not is awfully troubling. This is why soon after I received my autism diagnosis, I designed myself an autism wallet card. This card explains that I am autistic, what autism spectrum disorder is, as well as certain behaviors that I may exhibit that others will likely perceive as unusual, but they are actually very typical behaviors of an autistic woman. I also wear a medical alert bracelet that contains my name, my diagnoses, & an emergency contact number. Plus, it states that I have a wallet card. I did this because I know that it isn't safe to reach for something without asking the police officer for permission first. But, since I often have trouble communicating verbally with police officers, I needed something that would allow me to safely communicate that I'm autistic & I have a wallet card without needing to speak. The reason why I have an autism wallet card & wear a medical alert bracelet is to protect myself from police officers, something that shouldn't be my job or my responsibility to do. Not only is a police officer's job to protect us, but I shouldn't have to disclose my disability in order to be treated with respect or to keep myself safe. My autism wallet card is pictured below (click on it to view it larger). Now, police officers aren't purposely harming autistic people. They simply aren't educated about how to recognize autism & the different behaviors autistic people exhibit. For example, when police officers see a person:
Autism Training & Education:
Police officers across the country & around the world are just not being properly educated or trained on how to treat & interact with autistic individuals. In fact, the type of & the amount of autism training that police officers receive is variable in different police departments in cities across the country. Plus, it's usually voluntary, not mandatory. Another problem is that the education police officers receive on autism tends to be tacked onto the end of the training on another topic. When this happens & only a short discussion is had about autism, how are police officers supposed to get the training, we, autistic people so desperately need them to have? On another note, it's hard to even pinpoint what constitutes as effective training. There is very limited research on how well various kinds of training programs work & ineffective training does more harm than good. There is also some research that suggests that while proper autism training makes police officers understand autism, it still doesn't make them any less likely to use force on autistic people. There really needs to be police training on autism that is standardized across all departments nationwide. However, some experts & advocates say that the best way to decrease violence is to minimize interactions between police & autistic people altogether. That just doesn't seem like a viable solution to me though, especially for autistic people like me, who drive. The Blue Envelope Program: The Blue Envelope Initiative represents a collaborative effort aimed at fostering a safer & a more understanding environment for autistic drivers during motor vehicle operator interactions & traffic stops. This program was just introduced in Massachusetts, the state in which I reside, earlier this month. It involves a Blue Envelope, which is intended to hold a driver's essential documents— a license, the car's registration, & a contact card. However, the significance of this envelope isn't that it is just a storage solution. This envelope features critical communication guidelines on its exterior, specifically tailored to assist law enforcement officers in recognizing & adapting their approach when interacting with a autistic drivers. While the thought behind this program is great & it shows that Massachusetts is trying, as an autistic driver, I don't love everything about the Blue Envelope Program. This is why I have a problem with the Blue Envelope Program:
Also, ever since the Massachusetts Police Department announced the introduction of the Blue Envelope Program, I have been reading numerous comments online from allistic people about how people who require a Blue Envelope in order to have simple conversations with police officers shouldn't be allowed to get behind the wheel. These comments are extremely hurtful & extraordinarily ableist. The people who made these types of comments clearly don’t understand autism or how it impacts people. I probably will get a Blue Envelope to keep in my car only because Massachusetts police officers recognize its purpose. But, it will either remain empty or I will put a few of my autism wallet cards inside of it. I don’t love the idea of keeping my driver's license anywhere other than my wallet. When Interacting With Police Officers, Autistic People May:
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The saying, "Everyone's Irish on Saint Patrick's Day!" is something I've never understood. 🍀 Like many American households, every year on March 17th, my family has corned beef & cabbage for dinner. A dish my mom has forced me to eat on this particular day ever since I was a little girl that I can barely manage to stomach. Corned beef is pretty terrible itself, but the cabbage is even worse because I can't eat it without feeling sick. Autistic people tend to be finicky eaters, often being overly sensitive to the textures & the flavors of the food they eat. This has been an uphill battle that I have been fighting my whole life. I had a disagreement with my mom about my feelings regarding corned beef & cabbage last year. "Why do we have to eat corned beef & cabbage on Saint Patrick's Day if we're NOT Irish?" I said to her. "But, we ARE Irish because everyone is Irish on Saint Patrick's Day!" my mom exclaimed. "If everyone is Irish on Saint Patrick's Day, then how come everyone isn't Asian on the Lunar New Year?" I asked, truly curious. I love the Lunar New Year because it means eating delicious dumplings & noodles, celebrating my Chinese heritage, & dressing my dog up in a fancy silk Chinese jacket. "Because being Asian isn't fun. If you're not Irish on Saint Patrick's Day, you're not American." my mom said to me. I knew my mom was right because most people don't think being Asian is fun. We're discriminated against, too. "Well, then I guess I'm not American," I said glumly. I was hurt by this because I've always been proud to be an American. But, how does being American require me to be Irish on Saint Patrick's Day if I'm not Irish? I'm autistic, which means I am literal & I just don't understand how someone can be Irish on one particular day of the year if (s)he isn't actually Irish. 🤷🏻♀️ When you think of Saint Patrick's Day, you probably think of glittered shamrocks 🍀, green beer 🍻, green rivers, leprechauns, &, of course, corned beef & cabbage. Well, what if I told you that if you were actually in Ireland on Saint Patrick's Day 🇮🇪, you wouldn't see ANY of those things, except for maybe the glittered shamrocks? Yes, this is absolutely true. To begin, leprechauns are not cute, jolly, friendly cereal box characters that we all imagine that they are. But, they are mischievous, nasty little fellows that Irish people do not want partaking in their Saint Patrick's Day festivities. And just as much as the Irish would not pollute their beer or their rivers with green dye, they would not eat corned beef & cabbage, especially on Saint Patrick’s Day.
The History Of Corned Beef & Cabbage: In Ireland 🇮🇪, cows 🐮 have always been a symbol of wealth & were considered a sacred animal. In fact, from early on in Irish history, cattle were not used for their meat, but they were used for milk & dairy production & farming. Because they were so sacred & expensive, cows were only killed for their meat if they were too old to work or to produce milk. So, beef is not part of the diet for the majority of the Irish population & is typically only enjoyed by the very wealthy during a celebration or festival. In both historic & in modern Ireland, pigs are the most prevalent animal bred only to be eaten, so pork is the most eaten meat in Ireland. When the Irish immigrated to the United States, they often faced discrimination & lived in slums with the Jews & the Italians. In contrast to in Ireland, beef was inexpensive in the United States. When the Irish immigrants first tasted corned beef at Jewish delis, they noticed its similarity to Irish bacon. They paired it with cabbage for its cost efficiency. So, eating corned beef & cabbage is NOT an Irish tradition. It is an Irish immigrant tradition that was created right here, in America when Irish immigrants substituted beef for pork & cabbage for potatoes because of its affordability. Some Fun Saint Patrick's Day Facts:
Side Note: Until I sat down to write this blog post, I didn't know any of the above facts with the exception of the corned beef & cabbage one. For YEARS, I have tried to convince my mom to forgo the dreadful corned beef & cabbage meal because it isn't actually an Irish tradition, but sadly, it has never worked. 🤷🏻♀️ So, whether you're Irish on Saint Patrick's Day or you're Irish the whole year through, Happy Saint Patrick's Day! And if you're NOT Irish on Saint Patrick's Day or on any other day of the year, I feel your pain. 💚 Since Valentine's Day was earlier this week, I wanted to write about love, experiencing it, expressing it, & how it looks differently for autistic people than it looks for allistic, or non-autistic people. But, before we begin... What IS Love? Love is a complex mix of emotions that is everyone in the world experiences, whether they are neurodivergent or neurotypical, autistic or allistic, disabled or non-disabled, etc. It is associated with certain behaviors & strong feelings of affection, protectiveness, warmth, & respect for other people (e.g. family, friends, romantic partners, etc.), animals, principles, interests, hobbies, &/or religious beliefs. How Autistic People Experience Love: Widespread stereotypes suggest that autistic people are incapable of feeling love, romantic or otherwise. However, the reality is that autistic people experience love quite intensely (often much more intensely than allistic people). Interestingly, brain scans of autistic people show that when we express feeling love & affection for someone, different areas of the brain are activated than for allistic people. The empathy circuitry of the brain is also working differently. We, autistic people, are typically extremely attached to our close relationships, often more so than allistic people are. This is because we usually have significantly less people that we are close to than allistic people do. Like allistic people, we have a deep desire for those types of relationships, making the close relationships we do have so much more important to us. With this being said, it is important to remember that autism is a spectrum. So, autistic people experience & express love in unique ways that can vary quite drastically from each other. Our experiences & expressions of love are greatly influenced by our individual strengths, challenges, & sensory sensitivities. How Autistic People Express Love: While autistic people feel love & empathy very intensely, often much more intensely than you do, it may be very difficult or impossible for us to express our love & empathy for you in ways that make you feel loved & cared about. Some ways that we express our love include:
Many autistic people experience what is called "limerence." This is when the person we are romantically interested in becomes a special interest. We fixate on every aspect of their being, want to learn about all of their favorite things, or start to picture the rest of our lives with them after just a few (maybe even one) interaction(s). This can sometimes lead to a devastating end when the effort isn't reciprocated or worse, we can't see that it isn't being reciprocated. Tips For Loving An Autistic Person:
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A Few Other Things To Remember:
Last night, my college bestie & I went to a comedy show at a Worcester brewery. I didn't know it beforehand, but two out three of the standup comedians were autistic. The first comedian told us that she is autistic by sharing that both her & her fiancé (who performed right after her) have a touch of the 'tism. Now, this is a phrase that many autistic people use that I just cannot stand. Since this phrase came up during the comedy show that I just attended, I thought that now would be a good time to talk about what this phrase means & why it bothers me so much. What Exactly Does "A Touch Of The 'Tism" Mean?: "A touch of the 'tism" is a slang phrase used to characterize individuals displaying autistic traits. Many autistic people use this phrase when:
While this phrase may also be used by allistic, or non-autistic people to describe others who are displaying autistic traits, this is generally less common. People may say that someone has "a touch of the 'tism" regardless of whether or not (s)he is actually autistic. Why "A Touch Of The 'Tism" Bothers Me:
This is why I am so bothered by the phrase:
While a couple things that were said last night did bother me, nights out with my bestie (last night included) are seriously THE BEST. She's one of the very few people that I can say knows about all of me & loves me for it. 💙 No child wants summer vacation to end & to go back to school. I mean, who wants that?! But, I also believe that the term, first day of school jitters, is much too mild to accurately describe my experiences & emotions. Everyone dreads when that day rolls around every year, but I have always felt that my anxiety about that day was many, many, MANY levels above everyone else's. The anxiety, the stomach aches, the panic, the nausea, the fear, the dizziness, & a plethora of other emotions & symptoms can really just be summed up into one word: trauma. Yes, school was a traumatic experience for me from start to finish & the trauma only got worse with age. Autism & Trauma: Every autistic person, no matter how old (s)he is has experienced trauma at some point in his or her life. No, it's not the type of trauma you're probably envisioning when I say that word. Being bullied on a daily basis & constantly being left out can certainly cause the same types of consequences on a person as going to war, witnessing someone get murdered, or having an abusive spouse would. It just takes a longer amount of time to do its damage. This is one of the reasons why it is crucial to diagnose autism as early on in the child's life as possible. So that you can do as much as you can to stop the trauma & the damage it will cause once the autistic child grows up. Academics Were Easy!: I wasn't your stereotypically gifted autistic child. In fact, I struggled with math until I got to middle school. But, the academics were STILL the easy part of school for me. It was every other thing that naturally came along with it that was so painfully difficult. There were two main reasons why: bullying & friendships. Bullying: Every autistic child & every autistic adult you talk to will have something to say about bullying in school. Many autistic adults will have things to say about bullying &/or mistreatment in the workplace, as well. This is what I remember about bullying:
The effects of the bullying is the reason why it takes me such a long time to trust someone even now, as an adult. I know that this is due to the trauma I experienced, which I explained above. I think that part of this is also probably because I never voiced the pain I was experiencing to my parents. I have always felt that I caused them extra worry & I didn't want to add to it even more. I also see police officers as adult bullies because almost every one of the boys who bullied me in high school were going to study criminal justice in college to become a police officer. That makes police officers absolutely terrifying. When I look at a police officer, I see a bully who wants to hurt me, not someone who will protect me. Friendships:
Miscellaneous Difficulties:
These are the reasons why I am so glad I am no longer in school. When I was at my neighbor Patty's house this past winter talking to her about my experiences growing up as an undiagnosed autistic child, one of the questions she asked me was, "How was school?" I could've gone on for hours telling her about the problems I had in school. This is the first of a series of blog posts that answer that very question. While this topic is a painful & vulnerable one, I have a lot to say about it, so it is a topic that I have been very excited to write about. I went on a date today with a man I believe is autistic. We met on a dating app. He doesn't know that I think he's autistic & I haven't yet told him about my autism either. After matching on the dating app, we spent several weeks messaging back & forth & had a conversation on video chat before meeting in person. Unlike other women my age, I started experimenting with online dating when I was just nineteen years old. I mean,...
Video Chatting With My Date: My video chat with my date was slightly less than two weeks ago. A couple hours before the time we had picked to chat, I was freaking out, confided in my dad about it, & asked him what he thinks I should do. At this point, I was pretty certain this man was autistic. From his occupation to what he spends his free time doing to taking things I say or ask way too literally to admitting that social activities are downright exhausting. It seemed like every new thing I was learning about him was an autistic trait. I can't help but wonder, if I had matched with this man prior to learning that I am autistic myself, would I still have been able to pick up on these things so easily? I have learned SO much about autism over the past year. Anyway, this is the interesting part. I'm trying to word this carefully because I know other autistic people are stumbling their way onto this blog. But, the reason I was freaking out over this video chat was because this is an autistic man. Would he be too autistic for me? Too strange or weird? Yes, I am an autistic woman, but interactions with other autistic individuals actually make me shut down. I've always been this way. Ever since I first learned that I'm autistic, I have been immersing myself into autistic literature & have been reading books, memoirs, & blog posts written by autistic women, mainly women who were diagnosed later in life. Each woman has her own story, but there is one thing that all of these women have in common: they all enjoy spending time with autistic people & most of them have a group of autistic friends. I am the exact opposite of these women. Every autistic trait or quirk I exhibit is something I dislike about myself SO strongly that I don't want my friends or my significant other to exhibit those traits or quirks either. While it gave me comfort to know that getting rejected for my quirks probably wouldn't happen if I dated an autistic guy, this is why it was also so frightening. I really enjoyed messaging back & forth with him for the past week, but now it was time for me to find out: was he too much like me? And if he was, the idea of breaking that to him was really scary. I've been rejected my whole life & I know how much it hurts. So, this is what happened. We video chatted for almost an hour & a half & I still liked him. Not only that, but he reminded me of one of my cousins who is such a nice, sweet guy. If I ended up with someone like my cousin, that would be totally fine with me! Our First Date:
This is the second first date I have been on since learning that I'm autistic. It was to a mini golf & ice cream place, a location that was comfortable for me, since I am still taking COVID precautions & feel uncomfortable being in close contact with someone who I don't know really well. He texted me that he was there when I was just a couple minutes away. When I got there, I saw him sitting on the steps of the ice cream shack. He was wearing a plain tee & corduroy long pants. My first thought was that he must be sweltering because it's in the 90's. Corduroy is something I would only wear in the cooler months. I was wearing a lacy spaghetti strap top & jean shorts, so in my opinion, the two of us looked like we belonged in two very different climates. He got up & shook my hand when he saw me, but I wished he gave me a hug instead. I'm a hugger, not a handshaker. The mini golf portion of the date was great! We chatted as we made our way along the golf course. The woman who we paid for a game of mini golf offered us a score card, which we didn't take because neither of us are competitive. He understood me in ways that no one else did. Mainly things having to do with not having a desire to have social interaction be a part of my life. I guess that's one positive thing about dating another autistic individual. After we finished our game of mini golf, we got some ice cream from the ice cream shack. I got English toffee soft serve. I always get flavored soft serve if I can because so few places offer that. He got an orange soda float. He was gonna stand in the corner, near the window where we picked up our ice cream to eat, but I suggested we get a table & sit down instead. Much more comfortable & way less awkward. Once we sat down, he wouldn't stop talking. Not only that, the conversation was going in a direction that just didn't interest me. He was telling me about courses he took in college & was asking me about mine. I just didn't care to listen or to talk about that & it went on for HOURS. I graduated from college ten years ago & strongly disliked the majority of my experience that I've tried to put it out of my brain. We'll talk more about that on another day though. I felt so far removed from what he was asking me that I just didn't remember the answers to most of his questions. I'm only a year or two older than him, so we were in college at the same time. Other topics of conversation came up in the middle. My dogs for example & the fact that I used to have bunnies before them. But, those topics of conversation were very short-lived & we kept going back to the same unenjoyable conversation topic. After meeting him in person, I was certain he was autistic, but he also reminded me less of my cousin than he did previously. In fact, this date was more than two hours longer than I wanted it to be because I just couldn't figure out a way out or how to get him to stop talking! Do I think he's the right person for me? No, I don't, because if I did, I don't think I would've wanted this date to end so badly. This is one of my experiences dating as an autistic woman. Dating as an autistic individual is very, very difficult &... This Is Why:
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. |
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