Internalized ableism is something that most, if not all, disabled, chronically ill, & neurodivergent people have experienced. But, first of all... What IS Ableism? Ableism is the discrimination of & the social prejudice against people with disabilities based on the belief that "typical abilities" are superior. Examples Of Ableist Comments About Autism & Autistic People:
Sadly, several of the above comments are said to me on a consistent basis. A few of them many, many years before I even knew I was autistic. And I have no choice but to take it. Hearing those things hurts. It really, really hurts. Examples Of Ableist Quotes By Temple Grandin, The "Face" Of Autism:
Now that we know what ableism is...
What IS Internalized Ableism? Internalized ableism is when people with disabilities absorb & believe the negative stereotypes & prejudices society holds about them. Examples Of Internalized Ableism For Autistic People:
ALL except for three of the above statements are true for me, in my experience of growing up autistic, & BEING AUTISTIC. This is one reason why it is so important to be kind & to not use ableist language. Your words really, truly matter. A LOT.
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Throughout this blog, I have briefly mentioned how harmful ABA therapy is to autistic people, but I haven't gone into a whole lot of detail regarding what ABA therapy actually is & WHY it's such a problem. So, I'd like to take a moment right now to talk about that. Now, I'm gonna be upfront with you by telling you that I'm absolutely no ABA expert & I've had to do a lot of research in order to have enough content to write about in this blog post. What IS ABA Therapy? ABA stands for "applied behavior analysis" & simply put, it is a behavioral therapy specifically designed for autistic children. The History Of ABA Therapy: The Lovaas Method, later known as Applied Behavior Analysis, was developed by a man named Dr. Ole’ Ivar Lovaas in the 1960s. The premise was to use behaviorism to "treat" autistic individuals. ABA therapy focuses purely on behaviors with a goal to make the autistic child "indistinguishable from peers." When Dr. Ole’ Ivar Lovaas was practicing ABA therapy, he used rewards for desirable behaviors, as well as abusive punishments (including electric shock) for undesirable behaviors. The Problems With ABA Therapy:
There is SO MUCH controversy regarding ABA therapy in the autism community. While the majority of autistic individuals passionately dislike every aspect of this type of therapy & speak out against it; their parents, their teachers, & their medical professionals often disagree; calling it a miracle that "cured" their child of her or his autism or made significant improvements to their child's autism. Well, that simply isn't the case at all. And this is why.
What Is Autistic Masking, Anyway? Autistic masking, otherwise known as camouflaging, is sometimes used by autistic people to disguise or minimize specific autistic traits or behaviors in social situations. Why Do Some Autistic People Mask? Some reasons autistic people might mask include, but are not limited to:
Who Masks? While any autistic person may mask, it is more likely for autistic people to mask if they:
What Are Some Examples Of Masking?
What Are The Consequences Of Masking?
Masking & Me:
Ways I Masked Growing Up:
Ways I Mask As An Adult:
WELCOME to the first Autism Acceptance Month blog post of 2024! Today, I wanted to take a few steps back & go over some autism terms & what they mean. I use many of these terms throughout my blog & I try to provide definitions as I write. It's always good to take the time to pause & review what some of these terms mean though. And there's no better time to do that than when we're kicking off Autism Acceptance Month! Important Autism Terms & Definitions:
I am typically reminded several times a week that I am autistic. What I mean by that is things are constantly happening in my life that I know wouldn't happen if I was allistic, or if I wasn't autistic. When these things happen to me, I tend to say in my head, "[This particular thing] happened because I'm autistic." & then I feel all sad & mopey on the inside. I really wish it wasn't this way because it's part of what makes being autistic feel so disabling. But, I blog about my life. And this is the type of thing I deal with every day. This my real life that I'm sharing with you, so here we go. This is the story of how purchasing a new winter coat reminded me that I am in fact, autistic. All winter long, the threads in my winter coat have been repeatedly breaking, leaving large gaping holes behind. Rather than continuously repairing the damage, I decided that it was time for a new coat. This coat is very old, anyway. The best time to purchase a winter coat is at the end of the season, when everything is on clearance, so now is the PERFECT time for a new one. The task of purchasing a new coat that I will wear almost daily for almost half the year is overwhelming to say the least, especially for an autistic person such as myself. These are the three main reasons why:
The Return Process:
This is where it gets really complicated. I purchased these two coats from Walmart's online marketplace. So, it wasn't actually Walmart who I bought the coats from, but I could return it there. I kept the deep purple coat in my car for about a week & a half, so that I wouldn't have to remember about it on the day I actually needed it. Walmart is a close drive for me, but one of my dog walking clients lives less than two miles from Walmart, so I wanted to return this coat on a day that I didn't have to go anywhere after walking this particular client's dog. It took twelve days before I had time to go to Walmart after walking this client's dog. My entire life is based around doing things in the most efficient manner, so that whatever I do outside of my home takes up the least amount of time possible. Because of my depleted energy levels, as well as my executive function difficulties, doing all my errands on a single day when I'm already in the area for another reason (such as visiting a client's dog or cat) is what works best for me. Anyway, after parking my car, I took the deep purple coat (still in the bag it was shipped in), into Walmart & found the customer service desk. The older woman who helped me was incredibly grouchy. Right away, she complained about the size of the coat (what winter coat isn't large?!) & to be completely honest, I was pretty intimidated & frightened by her. I showed her the barcode on my phone that was connected to the coat I wanted to return & she scanned it. But, I was really confused because she kept making comments about how the coat I was returning wasn't red. I never purchased or received any red coats, so I had no idea what she was talking about. I was scared of her though, so I just let her do her thing & I didn't speak up. She printed out a receipt with the coat's tracking number on it & the amount that I would be refunded. I looked the receipt over as I was walking away because I never trust that people are doing their jobs correctly. I was glad that I checked because the refund she issued me was for the incorrect amount. The coat I was returning was $5 more than the coat I was keeping. And the refund I received was for the coat that was at home! I went back to the customer service counter to ask her about it & she told me that the coat I gave her wasn't red. It was then that I realized why she had been talking about a red coat. 💡 The packing slip inside the shipping bag said that I purchased a red coat & a purple coat. Red wasn't even a color option for the coat I had purchased. I was SO confused by this! ⁉️ I had never even looked at the packing slip because I received exactly what I ordered. The woman returned the purple coat (which was at home) because the coat I gave her wasn't red. When I showed her the picture of the coat on my phone with the price I paid for it, she yelled at me & told me I should've shown her that from the very beginning. I thought I did though because I showed her the barcode, which she scanned & I would think that the barcode would tell the customer service person which coat I was returning & how much to refund. ⁉️⁉️ The only reason I didn't question the customer service woman originally was because I was intimidated & scared. I have lived my entire life having to endure pervasive mistreatment from everyone around me & I am quite certain that it has caused post-traumatic stress disorder, something that more than 40% of autistic individuals struggle with. The reason I didn't speak up was because I was simply autistic & afraid. In the end, a much kinder & younger woman (who was also working behind the customer service desk) called the seller I had purchased the coats from to get the remaining $5 refunded. Going to the store to return something is such a simple task, but being autistic turned it into such a big headache. And it was all because the person helping me wasn't kind. This is something that could've been avoided completely if the person helping me had exhibited kindness & had not been so intimidating. This is the type of thing that I deal with on a daily basis because I am living with autism. For those of you who are also autistic, I hope this story helps you feel less alone. And for those of you who are allistic, I hope this story helps illustrate how difficult it is to be an autistic woman living in a neurotypical world. 💙 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:
Benefits Of Loving An Autistic Person:
A Few Other Things To Remember:
With today being the Lunar New Year (the year of the dragon!), I just wanted spend this blog post telling you about Asian culture & autism. My mom's side of the family is of Chinese descent & while I definitely have had an American upbringing, Asian culture has had great influence over the way I was raised. In the Asian culture, you are taught from a very young age that all of your personal difficulties are to remain inside of the home. In fact, if you were to be open about your challenges in public, you would likely be thought of as a disgrace. Unfortunately, the majority of Asian Americans still have this mindset to this day. One of the times my mom taught me about this was when she talked to me about hiding the bottles of antidepressants that I was taking before my grandparents arrived for a visit (particularly because of my grandpa's background in pharmacology) in order to prevent questioning & criticism. Moments like these are probably why I have always been more comfortable confiding in my dad than my mom, both as a child & as an adult. I have always felt like the fact that I have had lifelong mental health difficulties, & now autism, is something to be ashamed of because in the Asian culture it is. Another example of this occurred many, many years ago when my grandparents took my mom & my aunt on a tour of China. I remember my mom telling me that everyone wanted to take pictures with a person in their tour group who was using crutches. The reason why? If you're using crutches or a wheelchair in China, you generally don't leave your home. So, that's not something you ever see out on public streets. Asian Americans love to pride themselves in (& even brag about) which colleges & universities they got into & their SAT scores & then later on, how successful their careers are. I remember my grandma telling me about a time in school when she cried (something I have never seen her do EVER) because she got a 98 on a test. I can't picture myself ever crying over a 98. In Asia, when students don't do well on a test, even if it was the entire class that didn't do well, it is never the teacher's fault. It is never because the teacher didn't teach the material well enough or the test was written poorly, for example. It is always because the student didn't study hard enough. When a child has a disability that makes achieving the types of academic & professional successes that Asian people strive for much more difficult, such as autism, it poses a very significant problem for the child & her or his family. Asian Americans don't have any issues asking for help when it comes to furthering their child's academics or career, but when it comes to autism, they tend to refuse help & then the child is left to suffer alone, in silence. When children are diagnosed with autism in China, they are often sent to costly private treatment centers for ABA therapy. However, while this type of therapy is the most common type of therapy for autistic children, it is an extremely traumatic type of conversion "therapy" that essentially teaches autistic children to act in ways that make allistic, or non-autistic people more comfortable. Children who have received this type of therapy often develop post traumatic stress disorder by the time they reach adulthood.
Sadly, autism is still a relatively new condition in the Asian community, with China first recognizing it as a neurological disability as recently as 2006. In fact, many Asians have heard about autistic non-Asians, but they've never encountered an autistic Asian before. This is because less than one percent of autistic Asians have been evaluated for autism, let alone are receiving support for it. The thought that ninety-nine percent of autistic Asians are undiagnosed is quite staggering. Asians are likely not diagnosed with autism because they are afraid of being a disappointment, something I felt that I was until shortly before my thirty-second birthday, when I learned that I was autistic. I'm going to start this blog post off by saying this: this is the most vulnerable blog post I have written thus far. Some things that are in it are things that I've mentioned before & some things aren't. But, everything in this post is as real & as raw as it gets, is one-thousand percent true, & is something that I felt needed to be said. Growing up, & even now, my life was & is a struggle. I was autistic & I didn't know it for almost thirty-two years because I grew up at a time when girls like me were just not diagnosed with autism. I was living in a world that I didn't fit into, but I had no understanding as to why that was until about a year & a half ago. I was so lucky because my parents did everything they could to give me the BEST childhood ever. And I'm so thankful for that. However, there were certain things that no matter how loving & how supportive my parents were, they just couldn't protect me from. Every autistic person you talk to will have something to tell you about how society treats her or him; about the trauma that (s)he endures on a daily basis. The way neurotypical people treat us does real, long-lasting harm. I never understood why people treated me so poorly because I didn't think I did anything wrong. Were they treating me that way because I simply exist? Probably. The bullying I experienced in elementary school through college was INTENSE, & it only worsened the older I got. From being made fun of for being too quiet to having my feet walked on top of on a daily basis to being barked at & growled at like an angry dog to boys trying to trip me in the hall & slapping my butt when I was at my locker. Freshman year in college, they put me into a quad with another Shrewsbury alum who inserted nasty things about me into the brain of another one of my roommates. They ganged up against me & made my life a living hell for the entire year. A couple years later, a different roommate suddenly gave me the silent treatment & I had no idea why, until one of her friends told me. It was because I was uncomfortable with boys sleeping over in our room, something that I thought was perfectly reasonable, especially for a quiet & a timid girl like myself. I was never given the chance to make any sort of compromise because she never told me why she was so mad. Many years later, I found out that this particular roommate now has an autistic child. What a coincidence! Being treated with such cruelty on a daily basis for so many years is extremely traumatic for us. And it often has the same types of consequences on our brains as going to war, witnessing someone get murdered, or having an abusive spouse would. It just takes a much longer amount of time to do the same amount of damage. More than 40% of autistic individuals struggle with post-traumatic stress disorder & although I have never been diagnosed, I do think I am one of them. I think that the effects of having to endure the type of treatment I described above for so many years is why it takes me such a long time to trust someone, even now, as an adult. I also never really voiced the significant amount of pain I was experiencing to my parents because I didn't want to worry them. So, I didn't get as much support as I probably needed while I was going through that. I knew I have caused them A LOT of worry ever since the day I was born & I didn't want to add to it even more. From a very young age, I wanted to do everything I could to be the best daughter I could be, even if it meant unintentionally harming myself. When I first learned from my physician that the cause of all of my lifelong struggles was due to living with undiagnosed autism, I took a couple of months to process it & to learn more about how autism affects girls & women. But, after I did that, I wanted to do more digging into my past to learn more about how autism affected me as a young child & as an adolescent. I knew that when I was in school, my mom kept a very thick manilla envelope full of documents & letters from various medical professionals & educators. Knowing how organized my mom always was, I asked her if she still had that envelope & she did. This envelope ended up being a treasure box into my past, containing a lot of information, some that I never knew about myself, from when I was less than a year old until I was eighteen years old. One of the things that really stuck out to me was meeting notes from my seventh grade language arts teacher, Peggy. Better expression in written vs. verbal. More sophisticated style of writing. Not good with being caught off guard. Interacts better with adults. Gets frustrated in groups since they are fooling around and she is so concerned with her grades. Kids aren't patient waiting for her to respond. Struggles with reading comprehension. Getting a bit better advocating for herself. ALL autistic traits. Thinking back to seventh grade, I had always thought very highly of Peggy. I wondered if she remembered anything else about me that would be helpful for me to know, going into an autism evaluation. I knew that she no longer worked in the Shrewsbury schools, but teachers' contact information is usually readily available online. I looked Peggy up & I wrote her an email explaining my lifelong difficulties & how they led to an impending autism diagnosis. I attached a scanned copy of the meeting notes to the email, as well. However, since at this time, I had been a student in her classroom just over eighteen years ago & I hadn't seen or spoken to her in at least fifteen years, I had this underlying fear that she wouldn't remember who I was. I felt like I was a fly on the wall in school, barely saying a word & blending in with the background. I knew she'd had a lot of students since then & I thought I was easy to forget. Spilling my guts out to her only for her to not remember me would've been SO utterly embarrassing. This was in early August of 2022, by the way. It was only a couple of days before I heard back from Peggy & I was beyond relieved to know that she absolutely did remember me. Peggy sounded so delighted to hear from me, too. She described me as a very kind, shy, reserved student (with black-framed glasses if I recall correctly), but she admitted that she didn't think she had much more detail to give me. However, she did offer to chat by phone. And I eagerly took her up on that. If we chatted on the phone, I might be able to foster another connection with a caring & a supportive person & I really felt like that was exactly what I needed because like many autistic people, my life was extremely isolating. This blog post is about my interactions with Peggy & how her kindness & her compassion have changed my life. Peggy didn't know this going in, but I had a lot going on in my life at the time I reached out to her, most of it not even having to do with autism. Back in 2015, my maternal grandpa had a debilitating stroke that left one side of his body without feeling & completely took away his ability to process language (this is known as global aphasia). I unfortunately did not grieve the stroke properly & still to this day, I am in denial that it ever happened in the first place. Now that I know I'm autistic, this makes total sense as we do not grieve in the same way that neurotypicals do. My grandma was his devoted caregiver ever since. The year prior to when I connected with Peggy, my grandparents relocated to Shrewsbury from California because my grandma was dying from tongue cancer. She lived here in Shrewsbury for just two & a half months before succumbing to the disease (six months earlier than expected). While I never had much of a relationship with my grandma, watching my grandpa grieve the love of his life for over sixty years & worrying everyday that he would die of a broken heart was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. At the time I had reached out to Peggy, we had recently passed the one-year mark of my grandma's passing. I was also still getting into the groove of being a secondary caregiver to my grandpa. Due to the brain damage caused by his stroke, my grandpa would often say & do things that hurt me tremendously. No matter how much I tried to remind myself that my able-minded grandpa would never say or do such things, I just couldn't get the hurt to go away. This was particularly difficult for me to deal with because my grandpa & I have always been incredibly close. His hurtful actions were a complete one-eighty from how he'd treated me for the first twenty-five years of my life. All of these things would be difficult for anyone to cope with, but when you're autistic, you're handed a plethora of challenges in life that allistic, or non-autistic people have the privilege of never having to experience. And it's those challenges that make dealing with things like this significantly more difficult. Keep in mind that I didn't know that I was autistic when all of the above events actually happened, so I didn't understand why I reacted like this, why I reacted completely differently from the rest of my family. Ever since I was a young child; I have yearned for my grandparents to live close by & I was so, SO happy to finally have that; but now that I did, my life had become a complete circus. It's something you can't understand without living it.
On the autism forefront, just a couple months ago, I had learned that the reason why I have struggled so much throughout my life was because I was living with undiagnosed autism. It was the reason why:
That first phone conversation I had with Peggy was a breath of fresh air. Back when I was her student, I remember her being really easy to talk to & that was still the case. I filled her in on a lot of things, many of those things being things that hardly anyone knows about me, things that I'm ashamed of. The fact that I even felt comfortable enough to fill her in on those things, after all this time, speaks volumes about Peggy's character, the person she is; especially since I've always felt like I need to protect myself from people; I've always been afraid to show the real me. The way Peggy reacted to the things I told her was really, really comforting. She really took the time to stop & to listen to what I had to say & she didn't make me feel judged, guilty, or like I had done anything wrong. Every time I mentioned how something made me feel, whether it was a positive or a negative emotion, she validated it. And if she suggested something that I didn't think would work, I would explain why, & that was totally okay with her, too. She also told me how much she admired my courage in reaching out to her & that she was here for me. Having that conversation with Peggy gave me the courage to reach out to many of my other former teachers, as well. And while some of those other teachers gave me much more detailed insight than what Peggy could offer me; a few even telling me that an autism diagnosis would absolutely not surprise them; it was Peggy's kindness, support, time, & most of all, her compassion that made the biggest difference to me. That was what I needed more than anything else in the world. As I had other conversations with Peggy later on, she felt that she could no longer offer me the kind of support I needed. Her experience was with adolescents & I was an adult with adult problems looking into adult resources (which I now know are scarce). However, I can tell you that this is absolutely NOT the case at all. I have gone my entire life feeling like when I talk, NO ONE hears me & my feelings don't matter. Sadly, these are commonalities among autistic people. Peggy was the first person I talked to in many, many, many YEARS who really made me feel like she heard what I had to say & she valued my opinion. Plus, she was so, so, SO kind. And she was so incredibly compassionate, too. I have lived a lifetime of people being unkind to me; being critical of everything I do or say, everything I don't do or say, every facial expression I make or don't make. So, it's extra noticeable when someone IS kind; when someone accepts me as I am; when someone ISN'T judgmental; when someone really, truly CARES. When I looked Peggy up to make that first contact & I discovered that she was no longer a language arts teacher, but she was a special education teacher, I wasn't surprised. The notes that she made about me were much more insightful & helpful than the notes I came across from every single one of my other former teachers. Every single one of Peggy's notes was so SPOT ON, about me, AND about an autistic middle school girl. However, after having the interactions with Peggy that I had, I really, truly feel that special education was what she was meant to do with her life; it was her calling. The kids in her classroom are SO lucky to have her. I know she's changing their lives because she's changed mine & it's been twenty years now since I've been her student. (Typing that out makes me feel so old!) More recently, a couple weeks ago, Peggy's mom passed away. When I found out about her family's loss, I knew I needed to go to the visitation. While I've tried to thank Peggy for what she's done for me numerous times before, I didn't think I got my message across effectively enough. There was no better way to thank her, to tell her how much I appreciate her than by going to the visitation to support her & her family during their time of grief. While I was still waiting in line, Peggy caught my eye & gave me a reassuring smile, totally calming my nerves. I knew that the only reason she recognized me was because I had sent her a recent photo of myself back when I originally connected with her. (I look A LOT different now than I did when she knew me in middle school.) That day, during what had to have been one of the most difficult times in Peggy's life, between small actions she was taking & things she said, Peggy was still blowing me away with her kindness & her compassion. When I spoke with her in the receiving line, Peggy asked me about how things were progressing. The fact that she continued to show me so much care & concern while she was grieving the loss of her mom, once again spoke volumes about the absolutely wonderful person Peggy is. As much as I wanted to express the great frustration I was feeling due to things moving slower than molasses, as well as some of the resource people I was working with not only not seeming to know how to help a late-diagnosed autistic woman like myself, but actually making things worse; I didn't. There was a line of people a mile long behind me, all waiting to talk to Peggy & her siblings. Plus, I wasn't there to talk about my personal difficulties. I was there to give her my condolences, my love, my compassion, & my support; things that she had given me a couple years earlier that meant so, SO much to me. I really, REALLY hope that I'll have the chance to fill her in on those things & more one day, at a much quieter time, when I'm not feeling like I need to give her MY support. A few days earlier, when I mentioned to my mom that I was going to go to this visitation, she told me I was very brave for going alone. (This was the first time I had ever been to, or even thought about going to visiting hours by myself-- the couple other times I had been to visiting hours, my family was with me.) In my mind though, I had no choice other than to go to this. I knew that Peggy would never expect me to be there, but Peggy made such a big impact on me recently that I really felt like I needed to go. I am SO quiet; I have a lot of anxiety when it comes to social situations, especially with people I don't know; & I'm someone who really struggles with coming out of my comfort zone. But, when I feel this strongly about something, I do it. And I was SO glad I did. When I talked to Peggy about why I wanted to be there to support her & her family & what an impact she'd made on me, I knew she was really touched by my presence. And that really warmed my heart. So, as I wrap up this very long blog post, why am I telling you all of this? Well, it's because I think you can learn a lot from what Peggy did. What she did is a very good illustration of how doing something so simple can really turn someone's whole life around. When I reached out to Peggy, I was hoping for a little bit of insight, but I got something so much more meaningful instead. She was so unbelievably kind & compassionate, giving me her time & a listening ear. Things that I so desperately needed. And that made such an enormous difference to me in the lonely world that I was living in. 💙 Since Thanksgiving was just last week, I thought I'd spend this blog post telling you about what I'm thankful for. And no, autism didn't make the list. As I have said many times in this blog before, while many autistic people see autism as a superpower, something unique & wonderful about themselves, I see it as a hardship & a burden. Something that has very much gotten in the way of me achieving the white picket fence lifestyle I have dreamt of ever since I was a little girl. I had an interesting conversation with my mom last night, so before we move onto what this blog post is really about, I'd like to talk for a moment about Autism Acceptance. My mom made a comment about how I have accepted my autism, but I was quick to correct her. "I haven't accepted my autism. That's one of the things that I hate the most about myself & I wish it would just go away!" I said to her. "But you write all about it in your blog. You're very open about it there," my mom said. "I haven't accepted it though & I probably never will. I can write about it without accepting it. I'm open about it because I want people to have a better understanding of me. I hate my autism!" I exclaimed. "Okay, acknowledge then. You acknowledge that you have autism," my mom said, correcting the verbiage that she had been using. Yes, I acknowledge that I'm autistic. And I'm open about it, too. I'm trying to use my diagnosis to help others have a better understanding of me & to be more accepting of people who are a little bit different from them. But, accepting my autism? I'm far, far, FAR away from that. And to be completely honest with you, I can't see myself ever accepting it. I mean, autism has made my life so much more difficult than it would've been if I was neurotypical. Autism is something I want to stomp on, throw into a fire, & never see again. You get the picture. Feeling that way about my autism isn't acceptance. I wish I could get to the place of autism acceptance, but I haven't gotten there. And I don't think I ever will. What I'm Thankful For:
However, there are certain life experiences, things I have learned, & perspectives that I have that I only have because I am autistic. And that is what I'm thankful for. While I am definitely NOT thankful for autism itself, I do have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, that is related to autism in one way or another. Those things include, but are not limited to...
We fell back to Standard Time at 2:00am on Sunday & while most adults love getting an extra hour of sleep, I sure don't because losing Daylight Savings Time causes me so much misery. In fact, it's a day that I dread every single year. That may sound extreme, but it's true. The reason why I dread it? The time the sun sets. Where I live, Saturday night’s sunset was at 5:36pm & Sunday night, it was at 4:35pm. The earliest sunset of the entire year is 4:14pm. That's just plain depressing. While I've lived in Massachusetts my whole life, interestingly, my happiness has always been dependent on how late it stays light out. So, the long, cold winter nights are understandably detrimental to my mental health. Difficulty adjusting to change can make both springing forward to Daylight Savings Time & falling back to Standard Time incredibly stressful for autistic people, but for me, it's only falling back that I struggle with. This is because I just LOVE springing forward to Daylight Savings Time. That extra hour of daylight at the end of the day brings me so much happiness & when I view a change as positive, I'm all for it! It's the negative changes that I struggle with. In fact, I don’t start accepting the fact that we're in Standard Time until the end of February because that's when the sun sets at a much more reasonable hour. The end of February is almost three months away. Plus, once I fully adjust to & accept Standard Time, springing forward is just a few short weeks away (one of my favorite days of the year). It taking that long to adjust to an hour time difference is not okay. When the sunset slowly gets earlier & earlier by a minute or two at a time each day, that's okay because the change is so small. The sun setting an hour earlier is a huge shock to my system because that is a big jump & that is why that is a struggle for me. And yes, I am all for making Daylight Savings Time a year round thing, like they keep talking about. Now, is it March yet? ☀️
Today is a big day for me because it marks my one year anniversary of my autism evaluation & me getting the validation I waited precisely four months & four days for (I can't believe it!), so in celebration of that, here are some things I've learned about myself over the past year, four months, & four days:
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I had a very interesting conversation with my dad about why I've never been successful in the workplace that I'd like to tell you about. I had been sitting at the coffee table, filling out paperwork about my disabilities all afternoon & the last question stumped me: Use this space to write any additional information about why you cannot work. I had put SO much information on all of the other pages of that form explaining why I cannot work that I simply felt like I didn't have anything else to add unless I repeated myself. So, I asked my dad, "Why do you think I cannot work? I want to see if you have any other ideas that I haven't thought of already." My dad has a better understanding of me than most people do because we're so similar to each other. He took a moment to think & then said, "My impression of it is that it's because you can't handle criticism. And because of that, you work ineffectively, which then causes you to get fired." I had never thought of it that way before, but what my dad said was absolutely true. I can't handle criticism. Before we go any further though, I'd like to clarify something. It isn't that I CAN'T work because truthfully, depending on the specifics of the particular job, I CAN work. What I can't do is work for someone else, in the traditional sense. If it's a job where someone is supervising me, that's the problem. Interactions with supervisors are the biggest issue for me in the workplace. While I had never thought of it like how my dad summed it up before, supervisors criticize, whether they're doing it now or they're going to do it in the future. That's what makes me shutdown around them. Interacting with someone who is either actively criticizing me or will criticize me at some point in time causes my brain to completely shutdown. This makes it impossible for me to function, as terrible as that sounds. Total comfort & feeling like I'm not going to be criticized or judged is key in order for me to not shut down. Shutting down at work just doesn't work, supervisors don't know how to interact with me in a way that doesn't cause me to shutdown, & that's why I can't work. This blog post is about what you need to know before criticizing an autistic person, although chances are, if you're reading this, you have already done it at some point in your life. I'm gonna throw in some info about how it feels to be criticized as an autistic woman, too. Why We're So Sensitive To Criticism: Bad Experiences With Criticism: Bullying & being left out are forms of criticism. Every autistic person you talk to will have something to tell you about experiences with those two things. The teasing, the mocking, the name-calling, the fact that no one wanted to be our friend, & MORE. Both bullying & leaving us out does real harm that affects us, autistic adults, many years later. It still affects me today more than I would like to admit. The bullying I endured when I was seven all the way through my early twenties did real harm & it still haunts me to this day. As a fresh college graduate & as an adult, I was constantly criticized by my parents, as well as by other caring family members. I personally believe that Asian & Jewish families expect more from their children than all other ethnicities do. Think about the number of Asian & Jewish doctors & scientists that are out there! Because I have a Chinese mother & a Jewish father, my parents unknowingly set unrealistic expectations for me from a very young age. Once my college graduation was upon me, I quickly discovered that I couldn't live up to those expectations, but I didn't understand why. Being constantly asked if I was happy with my life (I wasn't & I'm still not) & if I worry about what will happen to me when my parents die (I did & I still do) hurt immensely. Not only that, I had no explanation & no understanding of why I couldn't get to the place I needed to be in order to meet their expectations. Living almost thirty-two years of my life feeling like I was a disappointment to my family was extraordinarily difficult. It was even more difficult that I wasn't only disappointing my family, but I was also disappointing myself because I had the same expectations of myself that my parents had of me. I certainly don't blame my parents for any of this because I know that if they had known that I was autistic all this time, those expectations wouldn't have been put on me like they were. However, feeling like I was always falling short & I was never good enough put such a damaging amount of pressure on me for so long that it still affects me to this day to the point where sometimes I forget that their expectations of me have changed since my autism diagnosis. The Criticism Is Constant: I remember being constantly criticized for my behavior ever since I was a young child. Many other autistics have had the same experiences as I have had with this. "Look at me while I'm talking!" "Why do you have that grimace on your face?" "Why are you smiling? That's not funny!" "You shouldn't have said that. You should've said this." "Your face looks funny. Are you okay?" All of the above things have been said to me numerous times throughout my life. Unfortunately, an autism diagnosis hasn't stopped these types of criticisms from happening. My behavior & every move I make have been criticized so much that I simply can't handle any more of it. We're Stressed:
Us autistic people live very high-stress lives. Things that seem so minuscule to you really stress us out. We're sensitive to a lot of things like light, noise, our physical environment, & emotions. For example, I remember a time where my mom insisted that I attend a neighborhood Christmas party. I really didn't want to go because I was expecting to watch Christmas movies in my pajamas that night & now I had to be dressed & socialize with other people. I wouldn't have had such a problem with this party if it wasn't for the fact that it came on suddenly & I had no time to mentally prepare for the fact that I had to attend this party that night. I was in college at the time, so I was definitely old enough to stay home. It just wasn't okay with my mom. The sudden change in plans caused me stress & displeasure & when I expressed that to my parents, I was criticized for how antisocial I was being. This resulted in a complete meltdown. I felt like no one cared about me that night because no one stopped to listen to my thoughts or feelings. When I eventually made it to the party, I ended up standing like a statue against a wall for the few hours we were there because the criticism I received just prior to arriving at the party made it so that I didn't have the emotional capacity to socialize with anyone. We Have Low Self-Esteem: Many autistic people, myself included, suffer from low self-esteem. This is often the result of external factors, like bullying & being left out when we were younger (discussed in more detail above↑). When we have low perceptions of ourselves, it makes us more sensitive to criticism. Low self-esteem also makes us unable to understand or interpret criticism. Even when criticism is communicated with the best of intentions, ALL criticism can make us extremely anxious, which has long-lasting effects on us, crushing our self-esteem even more. Every single time I'm criticized, I feel like I can't do anything right. In fact, I feel like that regardless of whether or not I'm criticized. I know that this is because of how much I have been criticized during the course of my life. Many other autistic people feel this way, too. Our Feelings Are Often Dismissed: I have gone through my entire life feeling like my feelings don't matter. I have always felt like when I speak up, my thoughts & feelings are brushed to the side. I've been talked over & ignored more times than I can count. This not only makes us extra sensitive to criticism, but it makes us think we're being criticized when we're not being criticized at all. What Is Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria?: Although not a clinical diagnosis, rejection sensitive dysphoria, or RSD, is when perceived rejection or failure causes so much intense emotional pain that it becomes very difficult for a person to cope with his or her feelings. Autism & RSD: Many autistic people struggle with RSD & I certainly believe I am one of them. However, this isn't an issue for every autistic person. Increased rejection & punishment for not meeting neurotypical standards puts autistic people at higher risk for experiencing RSD. Also, since autistic people often have different sensory & perceptual experiences than allistic, or non-autistic people, they often experience more intense emotions. Autistic people with strong emotional sensitivity tend to experience social & interpersonal rejection stronger than allistic people, which can increase rejection sensitivity. Complications Of RSD For Autistic People: While most people do not enjoy being rejected or criticized (I mean, who would?), RSD goes beyond simply disliking rejection. RSD is so intensely emotional & can even be physically painful. The desire to avoid this unbearable pain & discomfort often leads to increased masking behaviors, which puts the autistic person at higher risk for burnout. Additionally, RSD can trigger mental health issues in autistic people including anxiety, depression, & eating disorders. So, before you criticize an autistic person, remember that while no one likes to be criticized, criticism is often much, MUCH harder for us to take than it is for the allistic population to take. And if your criticism causes us to shut down or to act unconventionally, please treat us with love, care, & understanding. It's what we need most of all. 💙 A couple days ago, my case worker called me regarding my disability application. This is the first time I ever heard from him since applying for disability benefits back in early December. In fact, before this week, I didn't even know I had a case worker! Unfortunately, the call ended with me feeling incredibly flustered. Despite the fact that my case worker & I were both speaking English & we are both native English speakers, I felt as though we were speaking two entirely different languages. This is quite a common occurrence for me, & for other autistic people, as well. Communication is so, so difficult when you're autistic. In fact, all my adult life, I've had my dad sit with me when I make phone calls about my personal needs. And it's not just because of the severe phone anxiety I experience. It's because I literally cannot communicate with people about the numerous issues I deal with everyday unless they are part of my very, very tiny inner circle. Especially when I'm on the phone. When I first received my autism diagnosis, I expected to have a much, MUCH easier time conveying my needs to & working with various resource people. I mean, now I have a name for my struggles, plus these people are used to working with people with disabilities, right? I was SO wrong here! I have found that it has been almost impossible to get my points across to anyone unless their background is specifically in autism AND they have a certain personality type. Without that exact combination, people are almost impossible to work with.
For instance, back in December, I had an extremely heated argument with the resource person at the autism center where I went for my autism spectrum disorder evaluation & diagnosis. I expected that this conversation would give me hope, but instead, it left me feeling more defeated & alone than ever before. I could go on & on about my conversation with her. I would think that not only working in an autism center, but having an autistic adult child at home would make her be able to speak to an autistic woman with respect & dignity. Much of what she said was completely uncalled for & inappropriate. Despite the fact that I consider myself a very patient person & easy to get along with, I can tell you that the only reason I didn't completely lose my cool with her is because I was walking my dog, Teddy at the time she called me back & I wasn't alone in my bedroom. I needed to control my emotions in order to not make a complete fool out of myself in public. That's how bad it was. The same exact thing happened during a phone call with my vocational rehabilitation counselor this past June, but I can give him more benefit of the doubt because he certainly knows a lot less about autism than the autism resource woman. Lastly, during my phone conversation with my case worker a couple days ago, he put so much more weight on my autistic comorbidities than on autism itself. I can tell you that while I likely would still struggle with mental health challenges without being autistic, being autistic is what makes my mental health challenges so disabling that it affects my ability to work. Autism is what's important here, not the plethora of other difficulties I have. Yes, I put down other diagnoses too because you can't forget that they do exist. But, that's not what's important here. People focus on the mental health aspect of things because that's what they know more about. They also think that if you take medication & go to therapy, you can be fixed. And if your issues can be fixed, then there's no need for disability benefits, right? That would save Social Security a lot of money. My case worker was very surprised that I don't see a therapist right now & it has been a very long time since I've seen one. I don't see a therapist is because I feel like it was a total waste of time & money. I'll get more into the details of therapy on another day. My experience in therapy is more than a blog post worth of info. Anyway, the conversation I had with my case worker scared me because how is he supposed to help me if we keep talking in circles & I can't get him to understand any of my points? This is not okay. I am posting about this to show you just how frustrating being autistic can be. I am SO beyond exhausted that no matter how hard I try, I can't get anyone to understand me or to respect my thoughts & feelings. I love taking care of my grandpa, who I call Gung-Gung. I really, really love it. I wouldn't trade this precious time I'm getting with him for the world. But, caregiving is HARD work & it's even HARDER work for an autistic person, like myself. Let me tell you why. My Gung-Gung has to get a blood test once a month & it's my responsibility to take him. It's an important responsibility, but it also gives me precious time with him. I love that one Thursday a month. This past Thursday was Blood Test Thursday. Going With The Flow: When I arrived at my Gung-Gung's apartment complex last week, I was surprised to find that the visitor parking had completely disappeared. Autistic people, like myself, like to be prepared & don't like surprises, like this one. Not that anyone would like a surprise like this. It's just more of a problem for autistic people. My mom had recently told me that a notice went out that they were reducing the visitor parking & there were now only going to be three visitor parking spaces. (There used to be roughly double that.) But, signs that read Resident Parking Only were posted in equal intervals, in front of the old visitor parking spaces. That included one of the spaces that was supposedly still a visitor parking space. So, I opted to park on the street. I really don't like doing that, since it takes longer to get inside the building. Plus, getting the car to bring to my Gung-Gung who's waiting for me when I need to drive him somewhere takes longer. I don't want him to yell at me for taking too long, which does happen sometimes. When I asked my mom about the parking situation later on that night, she didn't know what I was talking about & said that that sign wasn't there yesterday. 🤷🏻♀️ Also, walking into my Gung-Gung's apartment, whether I'm there for scheduled caregiving duties or I'm there for a surprise visit, gives me heightened anxiety. I never know what I'm going to be walking into. This gives my mom, an allistic, or a non-autistic person anxiety, as well. But, for me, my anxiety about this is on a whole other level. Autistic people need to know what to expect; they don't like surprises. I personally feel like I need time to prepare for whatever situation is about to happen, but not knowing what I'm walking into doesn't allow me to do that. The following questions usually run through my head:
Anyways, we took the elevator downstairs, I ran to get the car as quickly as I could, & off to the blood test we went. The medical building we go for the blood test is right next door to my Gung-Gung's apartment complex, but due to his age & his physical abilities, it is still too far for him to walk. So, I drive. Putting Someone Else's Needs & Wants Ahead Of My Own: I had this idea in my head that I wanted my Gung-Gung to sit outside with me after his blood test. It was an absolutely gorgeous day & now that we are sadly into the month of September, these perfect days are getting to be more limited. I am someone who needs a lot of sunshine in order to function, so I take a vitamin D3 prescription year round. Plus, I shine a happy light on my face for about ten minutes before getting out of bed in the morning during the late-summer through the mid-spring months. Like many people living in this part of the country, I believe I struggle with seasonal affective disorder, although it’s never been diagnosed. Anyways, once my Gung-Gung's blood test was over, I told him that it was a beautiful day & asked him if he wanted to sit with me by the gazebo across the street before going back to his apartment. It's good for him to get fresh air, something he can’t do without accompaniment. It's much easier to convince him to sit outside if he's already outside rather than if he's inside his apartment. Plus, I was giving up time that I would normally be spending out on the back deck in the sun to take care of him. Much to my disappointment, especially since I knew it would likely be much colder when it is time for his October blood test, he didn't want to go to the gazebo. He told me he just wanted to go back to his apartment afterwards. Knowing that he would make a scene if I tried to convince him otherwise, I knew I had to take a step back & let him take the wheel. This is something that's difficult for anyone in the caregiver position, but it is even more difficult for an autistic person. However, he obviously changed his mind between the time we had this conversation & the time we left the medical building. When we left the building, he started heading straight for the gazebo even though I told him I would drive him there. We sat on a park bench in the gazebo park for a short while, side by side, him tapping his hand on my leg to a beat & me with my arm around his shoulders. This right here was my old Gung-Gung. This was what we did together ever since I was a young child, way before he had his devastating stroke. Although, I only started putting my arm around him when I got big enough to do that. 😉 These glimpses of my old Gung-Gung overwhelm me with so much warmth & happiness that it is hard for me to properly convey how I feel. I've always felt so safe, secure, protected, loved, & cared about when his arms were around me. While I still feel some of those same things today, despite him being disabled & me being all grown up, I feel so blessed to now be doing the same thing to him. Giving him the safety, the security, the protection, the love, & the care that he always gave me while also doing something that is good for him. Getting him some fresh air & sunshine. On another note, I wrote more about how being an autistic caregiver affects me in blog posts entitled My Experiences Being A Caregiver With Undiagnosed Autism & Strengths & Weaknesses Of Caregiving With Autism, if you'd like to read those prior blog posts. The Grief We Deal With:
When my Gung-Gung decided that it was time for us to go inside, we went in a nearby door & up the elevator to get to the enclosed bridge that leads to the building that he lives in. This walk is a little far for my Gung-Gung & his favorite sitting spot is on this bridge. So, this is where he likes to take a walking break. You get a perfect view of the nursing home associated with his apartment complex from this bridge. This nursing home was where my grandma, who I called Haw-Bu, passed away. So, he feels a closeness to her when he sits there & looks at the nursing home. He & I sat in two chairs by a window with a view of the nursing home & almost immediately, he was gesturing & asking why did she have to die before him. Why did she have to leave him here on Earth? He then bursted into tears & was sobbing for the love of his life of over sixty years. It's probably been over a year since I've seen him cry like this for his wife. I came around behind the chair he was sitting in & wrapped my arms around him in a loving & a comforting embrace until he was able to collect himself. Once he let me know he was okay, I sat back down in my chair again & wrote in big letters on my whiteboard Kim♥ Gung-Gung. When I showed it to him, he smiled at me with love in his eyes. I mostly communicate with him through simple, written language now, along with some gesturing. Because his stroke caused him to acquire a condition known as global aphasia, he no longer has the ability to communicate using language. So, he can no longer read, write, speak, or understand language, with the exception of simple phrases written on a whiteboard. It is easier for him to understand third-person language rather than first-person language. So, this was why I chose to use my first name rather than a pronoun when talking about myself. Is There Something Wrong With Me?: In times like this, I wonder if there is something wrong with me. When my Haw-Bu passed away, I never grieved. I never even shed a single tear. In fact, all of the sadness I experienced after her passing was caused by my Gung-Gung's sadness & grief. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have experienced any sadness at all. How is it possible that she was my grandma & I don't miss her? There have even been times where I have wondered what it was about my Haw-Bu that my Gung-Gung was attracted to. What did he love about her? Don't get me wrong, I'm so glad for their absolutely incredible love story, for without their love story, I wouldn't exist. But, I could never relate to my Haw-Bu & many of the interactions I had with her were beyond frustrating, leaving me feeling flustered & misunderstood. I spoke at my Haw-Bu's celebration of life that my family held after her passing, but I had a lot of trouble writing the words I was going to say to my family & to my grandparents' friends. Much of the reason I spoke had to do with the fact that my brother & my cousins were speaking, so I felt like I needed to speak also. I was my Haw-Bu's oldest grandchild, as well as her only granddaughter, after all. But, how do you speak about someone who you were supposed to have had a relationship with, but didn't? I feel so guilty that I feel this way. In the end, though, my speech did make it sound like my Haw-Bu & I had a very close relationship. Many of her friends came up to me afterwards & made comments about how great it was that I had such a close relationship with my Haw-Bu. I felt like I had just lied to almost everyone in that room though, which was crushing. One thing that differentiated my celebration of life speech from the speeches of my Haw-Bu's daughters & grandsons was my speech didn't mention cooking or food. At all. My Haw-Bu loved cooking & the way she showed love was by feeding you. Food wasn't my love language. In fact, the amount of time she spent in the kitchen & the fact that she was always trying to feed me was quite annoying. This was particularly frustrating because most of the time she tried to feed me, I didn't feel like eating & forcing myself to eat to make her happy was terribly painful. I eat food because I need to in order to continue to be alive. I don't eat food because I enjoy eating it, especially because I almost never have a good appetite. I know that this isn't how most people think about food. I've always felt that if my Haw-Bu had spent a lot less time in the kitchen during visits, I would've been able to have a relationship with her. For one of my brother's birthdays when he was younger, he asked our Haw-Bu to cook him & some of his friends a Chinese feast. I wouldn't have ever dreamed of doing such a thing because I always wished she would spend quality time with me, outside of the kitchen. I wanted this from the time I was young child until she passed away & I never got it. I wrote more about how grief affects me & other autistic people in my prior blog post entitled Autism & Grief, if you'd like to read that prior blog post. Conclusion: All in all, this past Thursday was a good day. Everything went almost perfectly. I was impressed by the number of people who walked past my Gung-Gung & me sitting on the bridge who said hello to him using his name. That meant all of those people know his name even though his language abilities are very limited. (I usually spend most of my time inside my Gung-Gung's apartment when I visit.) One of the things that made my Haw-Bu hesitant about moving here was that no one here would've known my Gung-Gung before he had his stroke. But, in a building like this, he's getting much more social interaction than he ever got in his stand alone house in California. In fact, I even explained that Gung-Gung means maternal grandfather in Chinese to one of my Gung-Gung's friends who walked by. This particular friend saw the whiteboard that was lying in my lap that read Kim♥ Gung-Gung & asked me what a Gung-Gung was. September 2nd, as well as the several days following it have been hard days for me ever since I can remember. The reason why? My birthday is over. It feels weird & inappropriate typing that out because what thirty-something-year-old still loves her birthday as much as she loved it when she was a child? 🙋🏻♀️ That would be me. This Is The Main Reason Why: My life is so isolating. Most of the time, I feel like I'm a fly on the wall. The whole world is going by & I'm just sitting there watching from a distance. I blame autism for my isolation. I have vivid memories of my maternal grandfather, my Gung-Gung, saying to me when I was a preteen & a teenager, "You're so pretty. If you would just talk more, you would have so many friends," & then giving me a squeeze. I don't remember what my response to him was, but I knew that while I completely agreed with him, doing that wasn't possible. I couldn't talk more. In fact, whenever I did talk, it caused panic & anxiety because I felt like I couldn't say the right things & I had a tendency to stumble over my words. Also, if I was ever wrong about something, I felt like my whole world came crashing down & I wanted to hide under a rock & never come out. This is probably also why my dad has told me multiple times that I'm always right. I only speak when I'm 1,000% certain that I'm right. This is why I never, ever, ever, ever raised my hand in class when I was in school. And those are also the reasons why I had such a hard time making friends as a child. When I had friends over when I was growing up, I got a sense of relief when they went home because I could finally relax & I would no longer have to be so tense over keeping a conversation going. Now I know that the reason for these struggles was that I was unknowingly autistic. Throughout my entire life, I have always either had just one friend or no friends at all. Sometimes, there was a group of friends that I was a part of, but whenever that was the case, I was always on the outside, never really fitting in & only truly being friends with one girl in the group. If they were gonna leave someone out, it would always be me. My ability to make friends hasn't changed since. My birthday is the one day out of the whole entire year where everything is about me. It's the one day a year where I feel like people remember that I exist. I hear from people I haven't heard from in 365 days, since my last birthday. Once my birthday is over, once September 2nd arrives, all of that stops & I go back to being a fly on the wall & feeling like no one remembers I exist. I wish I could feel like people loved & cared about me on days other than September 1st. My birthday celebration with my family is tomorrow, so luckily, the celebrating isn't over just yet. The Birthday Blues:
Believe it or not, the birthday blues or birthday depression is a pretty common experience. It is not a diagnosable mental health condition, but many people experience sadness in the days leading up to their birthdays. People experience it for many reasons, including but not limited to fears about aging & dying, not having people to celebrate with, having expectations that are not met, having experienced a traumatic birthday in the past, & not being in the place in life where they think they should be. For me, I don't experience these feelings in the days leading up to my birthday, which is the definition of the birthday blues. It is the days following my birthday that are the issue. Besides the issue that I described above, every year, there is at least one person who forgets my birthday who should have remembered. I also have experienced sadness the past several years around the issue of not being in the place in life I think I should be. I now know that this due to unknowingly being autistic, so now that I know this about myself, I can take the steps that are necessary to move forward in my life. Autistic Birthday Experiences: Autistic people experience birthdays a lot differently than allistic, or non-autistic people do, so before ending this blog post, let's talk about how I experience my birthdays now & how I experienced them as a child. Being The Center Of Attention: I've never liked this. This is why I was always glad that my birthday was at the very beginning of the school year, before they started announcing birthdays over the intercom. I need to get to a certain level of comfort with someone before I'm comfortable being wished a happy birthday by that person, so I'm not someone who likes everyone knowing when my birthday is. This is also why I stopped having birthday parties at such a young age & wanted to have weekends away with my family instead. I never liked the amount of attention I got at birthday parties, especially because I was never confident that my reaction or facial expression were gonna be appropriate in every situation (& to be honest, they probably weren't). Singing Happy Birthday: I never knew what my face should be doing at this part of a birthday party. Does my face look okay? Is now an okay time to smile, should I have a straight face, or a totally different expression I haven't thought of? And who should I make eye contact with? I never knew & everyone was looking at me, the birthday girl, so now wasn't the time to screw this up! Opening Gifts: I never liked surprises because I never knew if I was reacting to them appropriately. In fact, I remember saying to my mom once, "Don't you ever throw me a surprise party!" And she never has. When I said that to her, I didn't think she ever would, but I just wanted to make sure. With gifts, if I knew what it was ahead of time, I could try to prepare myself. I've always had this fear of not being able to hide when I didn't like the gift I just opened, but I also had a fear of looking like I didn't like something when I really loved it. I've often had a hard time matching my facial expressions to the way I really feel. During a phone conversation with a close family member this morning, I was asked about how my life is different now that my personality has been diagnosed. I was deeply hurt that I was asked this question. But, at the same time, I felt blessed. Out of everyone I have shared this diagnosis with, there has only been one person who has given me inappropriate reactions. From what I know about people who have come out as autistic, the more common response is for the majority of people to act like it's no big deal when they originally are told this information & then they proceed to treat you differently &/or shut you out of their life completely. "How Is Your Life Different Now That Your Personality Has Been Diagnosed?": My response was that my personality was not diagnosed because autism isn't my personality. It isn't anyone's personality because autism isn't a personality. I was then asked, "Well, if it's not your personality, then what is it?" "It's a disorder or a disability," I responded. I know many autistic individuals are going to disagree with my choice of words here. Depending on his or her own experiences, many people in the autism community believe that this is not true. Some people dislike that ASD stands for autism spectrum disorder because they don't think it's a disorder. Disorders imply that something is wrong, something needs to be corrected, &/or a cure is needed. Many autistic individuals don't believe that anything is wrong or that anything needs to be corrected, so there's nothing that needs to be fixed. I talk about this more in my blog post entitled I Desperately Want A Cure For Autism, But Most Autistics Disagree: This Is Why. I think autism is a disability because it has hindered my ability to get to where I want to be in life. What I Think My Life Would've Been Like If I Wasn't Autistic:
What Autism Is & Isn't:
Autism Is:
Autism Isn't:
What Personality Is & Isn't: Personality Is:
Personality Isn't:
I got my hair cut this morning. While I just LOVE the end result of a haircut, I don't like the process of having it done. This Is Why:
Why Many Autistic Individuals HATE Having Their Hair Cut:
This afternoon, I asked a close family member of mine for relationship advice (something I rarely do), which led to a conversation where he made a statement that I just can't stand. A statement he's made multiple times before. A statement I've corrected many, many times. A statement that causes me to cringe more with each time I hear it. And yet, a statement he continues to say. Specifically, the statement he said was, "The more I learn about autism, the more I believe that everyone is on the autism spectrum." Other ways of saying this are "We’re all a little bit autistic" & "All of us are autistic to a degree." If you've been in the autism community for long enough, you've likely heard one of these statements, or a similar statement that suggests that everyone is autistic. So, going off of that, the topic of today's blog post is about what these kinds of statements really mean & why hearing these statements hurts so much. As much as it hurts to hear statements like these, these are common beliefs among allistic, or non-autistic people, so I wanted to take the time to explain where these beliefs come from & what is so wrong about them. However, before we dive in, I want to make one thing clear. If you've ever said something like, "Everyone is on the autism spectrum" before, this post isn't about telling you that you are bad or wrong. I totally understand where the belief comes from & I know that most people who say statements like these are trying to be compassionate towards the autistic person they're talking with. However, this isn't how it comes across to the autistic person. Let's Take A Moment To Explore What The World Would Likely Be Like If Everyone Really Were On The Autism Spectrum:
To really understand why everyone simply cannot be on the autism spectrum, we have to understand what the autism spectrum really is. We already discussed this in my April 3rd blog post entitled What Does It Mean To Be Autistic?, but it never hurts to review what we already know, so...
What Exactly Is The Autism Spectrum?: Autism spectrum disorder is a lifelong neurodevelopmental disability caused by differences in the wiring of the brain that cause difficulties with social communication & interaction. It also causes restricted or repetitive behaviors or interests. The key problem with stating that everyone is on the autism spectrum is the fact that autism spectrum disorder is a neurodevelopmental disability. In order to be autistic, you have to have a certain combination of autistic traits that impacts your daily life on a significant level. A Couple Important Points To Remember:
Hearing That Everyone Is On The Autism Spectrum Hurts So Much Because... It is dismissive & it minimizes our struggles. It also translates to everyone being just like us when we know that couldn't be further from the truth. Also, if everyone were autistic, how could we still be so misunderstood? Whether someone was diagnosed as a child or as an adult, (s)he has gone through a lifetime of feeling different from his or her peers. Telling us that everyone is on the autism spectrum, or any similar statement dismisses these differences & the significant difficulties that come with them. What You Should Do Or Say Instead: Offer a listening ear & a shoulder to cry on. Autistic people, myself included, often feel alone, unheard, & like their perspectives don't matter. They have more than likely had a difficult life beginning in early childhood. Help the autistic person feel less alone by truly listening & by showing him or her that you care. Truly listening & being compassionate are the best things you can do & will likely combat the loneliness that the autistic person is currently experiencing. 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. 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. Multiple times throughout this blog, I have referenced the three levels of autism, but what exactly do the levels of autism mean? And what's the difference between them? Let's get into that right now. Each person who received an autism diagnosis after May 2013 (when the DSM-5 was published) was diagnosed with level 1, level 2, or level 3 autism. The difference between the levels is simply the level of support that a person needs in his or her daily life, with level 1 autistics needing the least amount of support & the level 3 autistics needing the most amount of support. I am a level 2 autistic, so that means that I fall right in the middle. Level 1 Autism Spectrum Disorder:
Level 1 autism was formerly known as Asperger’s syndrome, high-functioning autism, or the mildest form of autism. It is very important to remember that these terms are no longer used & using these terms are actually harmful to the autistic community. You can read more about that in my prior blog post about the harm of autism function labels. Although there isn’t just one set of characteristics that level 1 autistic children AND adults have (remember autism is a spectrum with a very wide array of characteristics), there are some traits & experiences that level 1 autistics tend to have in common:
Level 1 autistic people might also experience depression or anxiety that is the direct result of social difficulties. They also tend to get bullied or left out of social situations, which can lead to mental health issues & difficulties later in life. I personally experienced very severe bullying from early childhood all the way through college, with the worst of it being in my mid-teens & beyond. I will get more into this in a future blog post. Level 2 Autism Spectrum Disorder: Level 2 autism is where I fall on the autism spectrum. This level is in the middle of the spectrum & usually requires substantial support for independent & successful daily living. Level 2 autistics tend to experience all of the level 1 characteristics, but to a greater degree. They also might have more noticeable stimming behaviors (sometimes called restricted or repetitive behaviors). Stimming isn't something to get rid of unless it causes harm to the autistic person or to the people around them. Hair pulling, biting, slapping, & banging the head against something are all examples of harmful or dangerous stims that should be gotten rid of or exchanged for another stim that isn't harmful or dangerous. Level 3 Autism Spectrum Disorder: Level 3 autism was formerly known as low-functioning autism or severe autism. However, it is very important to remember that these terms are no longer used & using these terms are actually harmful to the autistic community. You can read more about that in my prior blog post about the harm of autism function labels. Level 3 autistics require very substantial support for daily living. This means that they would benefit from more assistance & more accommodations at home, at school, at work, in the community, in relationships, etc. in order to live as independently & as successfully as possible. Level 3 autistic people may also need a lot more supervision, even in adolescence & adulthood than level 1 & level 2 autistic people do. Level 3 autistic children AND adults tend to experience all of the level 1 & level 2 characteristics, but to a much greater degree. Some other common characteristics of level 3 autistics are:
Final Thoughts: The levels of autism are the medical community's way to help clarify the needs & abilities of autistic individuals. It is also important to remember that individuals across all areas of the autism spectrum have amazingly unique strengths & abilities that neurotypicals often do not have. We need to remember to recognize & support these strengths & abilities as well. Regardless if someone is a level 1, a level 2, or a level 3 autistic person, all autistic people experience this world very differently from each other. We all may struggle with daily living, but in very different ways. In my previous blog post about Autism Speaks, I briefly mentioned that my life would be so much easier I wasn't autistic & that I wish I wasn't autistic, but I didn't get into why I feel that way. Let's take a moment to get into that now. Why I Wish I Wasn't Autistic:
I know I am not like most autistic people, but this is truly how I feel about being autistic & how I think being autistic hinders my life. I would be elated if there was a cure for autism, or even if there was a medication (with minimal side effects) I could take that could get rid of my autistic traits, but, at the same time, I know that that isn't going to happen. At least not in my lifetime. I am someone who was brought up to be accepting of all people: different religions, different backgrounds, different cultures, different disabilities, etc. So, whether you are autistic or not, all I ask is that you are accepting of me regardless of whether you think similarly or differently from me. I am using Splashed With Water as a way to educate, but also to share what it's like to be an autistic woman & thinking these thoughts is part of what being an autistic woman is like for me. Now that we've covered why I DO want a cure for autism, let's talk about why most autistics disagree with me.
Why Autistics Don't Want A Cure For Autism:
You'll find that throughout this blog, my personal opinion often differs from the opinion of the autistic community as a whole. When that happens, I'll do my best to cover both sides. I hope doing it this way was helpful to you. This also shows you that all autistic people are different from one another, just like how all neurotypical people are different from one another. Part of the reason I started this blog was to use my voice to help others in the autistic population. Our voices matter & no matter how much you read about or study autism, you'll learn the most valuable information from autistic people themselves because they are the only people who truly know what it feels like to be autistic. Autistic voices have been silenced, ignored, & talked over by allistic, or non-autistic, people for decades. Sadly, this has resulted in higher suicide rates, lower life expectancies, & higher rates of PTSD, depression, & anxiety for autistic people across all levels of autism. Personally, I feel that much of the time, I am talked over or ignored, unless I'm having a one-on-one conversation with someone who is very clearly giving me his or her full attention. I know this is part of the reason I have anxiety about expressing myself, even among close family. I felt this way a very, very, VERY long time before I knew I was autistic. We DO NOT need your voices. We NEED our voices to be heard. So, please remember to stop & listen to us. It really matters & you doing that one simple thing will really make a difference. Some Other Things To Remember:
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