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:
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One of the last things I learned about when I became aware that I am, in fact, autistic, are the problems autistic people have with self-care. Now, I can tell you that in some ways, being as germaphobic as I am is a real blessing because that is why many of these self-care tasks actually get completed. If I wasn't so finicky about cleanliness, being a hygienic person would be much more of a problem for me. All my adult life, I have had to complete self-care tasks in a certain way in order for them to get done at all, or in order for them to get done in a timely manner, depending on what the task is. I know that if you are an allistic, or a non-autistic person, you are probably wondering what exactly makes self-care so difficult. This is why.
Let's take a moment now to talk about various self-care tasks.
Showering 🚿 Steps Involved:
That is over SIXTY steps (because some of these steps are actually two or three steps) that need to be completed in order to take a shower every night. Doing that EVERY single NIGHT is EXHAUSTING. I take a shower immediately after dinner every single night in order to ensure that my shower is completed in a timely fashion. If I didn't do that autistic inertia would get in my way. I don't use a hair dryer, so I like to shower several hours before going to bed. I don't use a hair dryer because:
The other night, my mom came knocking on the door after I had already taken my clothes off because she had taken her glasses off & couldn't remember where she put them. And she couldn't see to find them. She wanted ME to find them for her of course. I told her I couldn't because I had already taken my clothes off in preparation for my shower. Putting my clothes back on after I had taken them off just wasn't possible due to my executive functioning difficulties & autistic inertia. Asking a neurotypical person to do this might annoy her or him, but for an autistic person like myself, putting my clothes back on after I had taken them off would make it so my shower take many more hours to get completed. And following the routine of getting my shower done by a certain time is EXTREMELY important to me. If I wasn't so germaphobic, my shower might not get done at all with such an interruption, but I have certain rules that I follow. They are:
If my dad hadn't been home & able to find my mom's glasses for her, I know this would've turned into an ugly fight. The entire mindset of not being able to put clothes back on after taking them off is a foreign concept for neurotypical people & is one of the many things that make living in a neurotypical world so stressful & so frustrating. Especially when those people just tell me I'm strange & they don't take the time to understand the way I live or WHY I do the things I do. By the way, my mom's glasses ended up being in her bathrobe pocket, a location I would've NEVER looked in, even if I HAD tried to find them. Childhood Difficulties: Growing up, my dad continued to wash my hair in the kitchen sink until a very old age because I just couldn't tolerate doing it on my own. My mom told the neuropsychiatrist who evaluated me for autism that washing my hair when I was a child was incredibly difficult because I would scream if even one droplet of water made it into my eye. Eventually, my parents forced me to wash my own hair in the shower & that was so, so, SO HARD. And it caused so many fights & so many meltdowns. Putting my head under the shower water felt no different than as if someone was pouring rubbing alcohol over my head. And then it seeped under my eyelashes & into my eyes despite the fact my eyes were squeezed shut. No joke. As time went on, I came up with the coping mechanism of using a face cloth to shield my face from the water & that is something I still use to this day. This is why I decided to call my blog Splashed With Water. I talk more about it in my first blog post, if you would like to go back & read it. Rather than boring you, by giving you the step-by-step breakdown of the rest of the self-care tasks, I'll just talk briefly about the following: Dressing 👚 I have to get dressed the second I wake up because with autistic inertia, it will get to be two o'clock in the afternoon & I'll STILL be in my pajamas. Brushing Teeth 🪥 Until I was in middle school or high school, I used a children's strawberry-flavored toothpaste. My mom forced me to change to a normal "adult" toothpaste at some point around the teenage years. Because it's what normal people use. Until I got more used to it, the minty flavor made it feel like my mouth was literally on fire. 🔥 And I just had to live with it. When I was talking about this during my autism evaluation, my evaluating neuropsychiatrist asked me why I couldn't use a non-mint flavored toothpaste. My response? My mom told me I had to use mint because that's what EVERYONE uses, that's what "normal" people use. I always felt like I was abnormal & needed to force myself to be "normal" in order to be accepted. And my efforts didn't work because I STILL wasn't accepted. I still can't use mouthwash, even though my dentist recommends it because the mint is too strong & it burns my mouth. Mint is a flavor that autistic people tend to be way oversensitive to. Now it all makes sense to me, but my mom still makes fun of me because I adamantly dislike mint-flavored anything, including ice cream & chocolate. How could someone dislike certain flavors of ice cream & chocolate? 🤷🏻♀️ Using The Toilet 🚽 Due to autistic inertia & executive functioning difficulties, I have great difficulty getting up to use the toilet if I'm not already in the standing position, so if I happen to be in the standing position, I literally act like it's a bathroom emergency when it isn't because I know that if I didn't do that, I'm not going to use the bathroom until I take a shower that night, many hours later. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but it's absolutely true. When I was a child, I wouldn't flush the toilet after using it because I was completely terrified of the sound it made. I also wouldn't use the bathroom if my mom happened to be doing laundry at that time. The spontaneous & LOUD sound that the washer & dryer made would scare the living daylights out of me! 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'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. 💙 During a recent family birthday dinner, my mom's cousin's husband made a comment about the fact that I probably didn't cry much as a baby or as a young child. The truth is, though, that that couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, as my dad told him, I was a very colicky baby with quite a loud cry for the first three months of my life. I remember family friends, neighbors, & some family making similar comments to both my parents & me ever since I was a little girl. We could always see their point because on the outside, I was a quiet, well-behaved, polite little girl who was comfortable interacting with adults. No, I didn't know how to start or keep a conversation going, but as long as I was talking to someone who could do that for me, that wasn't a problem. This is also often the reason why autistic girls who are now in their twenties & older are often not diagnosed until adulthood, if they are diagnosed at all. Little autistic girls often acted just like how I did growing up. They tended to be quiet, not cause trouble, did as they were told, & interacted well with adults. They were what my parents' friends would call a dream child. On the other hand, little autistic boys tended to be loud, troublemakers, disruptive, & had difficulty listening. Because of this, the parents & the teachers of these boys saw their behavior as problematic, which pushed them to get them evaluated for & diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder. The Girl Wearing The Mask: I have been told countless times by my parents' friends, particularly by the ones who have sons & no daughters, that they wished that they had a daughter just like me. I mean, I was the perfect child after all. A quiet girl who never caused any trouble. What else could a parent want? Growing up in a neighborhood full of boys, I remember sitting on my next-door neighbor's front steps, helping her pull dead flowers out of her large flowerpot while she braided my hair. I had the hair she so badly wanted to play with before her daughter was born. 😜 Given that picture I just painted for you, from the outside, I looked like I was any parent's dream child, so it was abundantly clear to me why my family's family & friends would think that raising a girl like me was easy. When comments like that were made to me, I just smiled & nodded my head, thinking to myself that they don't know what my home & school life was really like. The struggles I went through day in & day out. The worry I caused my parents. The struggles & worry that now make so much sense with an autism diagnosis. The Girl Behind The Mask:
Home Life: I experienced very intense dizzy spells when I was an infant & again from when I was six until I was seventeen. A big part of my & my family's life when I was growing up was revolved around preventing me from experiencing dizziness, or at least preventing dizzy spells from coming on when I was outside of our home. I remember the traumatic details of it so vividly that it's as if it is happening right now. I would be lying in bed & I would feel like the entire world was going round & round. The world felt like it was spinning so fast all around me, frightening me more than I've ever been frightened before. I remember screaming & crying at the top of my lungs & gripping my dad's hands for dear life. Nothing my parents could do or say would help. Nothing helped other than a full night's sleep. I was always told to try to go to sleep when this happened, but I never could unless it was actually bedtime. Yes, it was just as bad as I'm making it seem. If you would like to read more about my experiences with dizzy spells & my very intense fear of being dizzy, I go into even more detail about this in my previous blog posts about the coronavirus pandemic, about vestibular processing, & about vestibular overload. While I'm still very prone to dizziness to this day, it is such a relief that it no longer affects me like it once did. Due to this trauma I faced when I was growing up, feeling dizzy continues to be one of my top fears. So, I still live my life in a way where I do everything I can to prevent feeling even slightly dizzy. I know what my triggers are, I am very aware of my body & how certain things make me feel, & I have coping mechanisms to help the feeling of dizziness be more manageable. This is one of the reasons why when I drink alcoholic beverages, as soon as I start feeling like there is alcohol inside of my body, I stop drinking. The happy & relaxed feeling that you get when you drink is quite frightening for me & is something I want to do everything in my power to avoid. School Life: Academically: I couldn't learn like other students my age could & my very observant fourth grade teacher picked up on it, suggesting to my parents that they get me evaluated for learning disabilities. When I was ten, I was diagnosed with a nonverbal learning disability & processing speed difficulties. I now know that this was a misdiagnosis because many of the symptoms of nonverbal learning disabilities are the same as the traits an autistic child might have. Girls of my ability level were just not being diagnosed with autism back then. When I was in fifth grade, my parents took me into Boston to have further learning disability testing done. The results showed pretty severe deficits, which ended up being caused by a medication my neurologist prescribed me for my dizzy spells (discussed above ↑), which doctors believed was either a migraine or a seizure variant. My parents were super upset because this testing was very expensive & was not at all helpful. Unfortunately, this particular medication had no impact on the frequency or on the severity of my dizzy spells either. Socially: Because I wasn't well-liked by my peers, I was bullied pretty severely from the time I was in first grade until I was a college senior. This is a commonality among us autistics. Every autistic child & every autistic adult you talk to will likely have something to say about bullying. Knowing that I have always caused my parents extra worry, I tried to minimize the pain that I was experiencing in front of them. I think this is a lot of the reason why the effects of the bullying still have a profound effect on me to this day. Even at that young age, I was trying to be the best daughter I could be. 💙 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...
Happy Halloween! Well, maybe it's a Happy Halloween to you, but it's not for me. I've never liked this haunting holiday. So, there. I've come out & said it. I don't like Halloween! Now, having said that, if you're a Halloween-loving person, that's no biggie. In fact, one of my closest friends has a Halloween birthday & I just love her excitement around this frightful day. But, for me, Halloween just isn't my day. And that's okay, too. This Is Why:
I don't dislike everything about Halloween, so this is what I do like about the holiday:
Halloween Challenges For Autistic People:
How You Can Help:
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. 💙 The above was a statement my dad shared with me a couple nights ago. 🥰 All my life, my dad has been the one I could count on to say things like that to me, things that I need to hear. Let me tell you more about the background of this statement. My mom had recently made an appointment for my grandpa & herself to get the new COVID vaccine. Finally having convinced my dad to get the vaccine earlier than he had originally wanted to get it, she was trying to add him to the vaccine appointment group she had made for my grandpa & herself. That's when a thought came over me: should he really be getting the new vaccine then? My dad had been experiencing some kind of allergic reaction the past several days, so his doctor prescribed a steroid to help with the itchiness he had been experiencing. Now, this steroid helps with allergies & all kinds of autoimmune disorders. I know much more about this medication & how it works than I wish I did because one of my dogs took it many years ago, when he was very sick with a blood clotting problem. Knowing that this medication works so well by suppressing the immune system, I asked my parents about this drug before my mom added my dad to her appointment group. When you get a vaccine, you want the best immune response possible, so taking a medication that makes your immune system not work as well while you're getting a vaccine— that's probably not a good idea. My dad agreed with me, so he is holding off getting the vaccine until after the ten days on the steroid has passed & his immunity is back to normal. Out of curiosity, later on that night, I asked my dad if he would've thought of the impact of the steroid he's taking on his immune response to the new COVID vaccine on his own. He told me he definitely wouldn't have & he would've just gotten the vaccine on an earlier date, like my mom & I wanted him to. Feeling happy with myself for speaking up while trying to be humorous at the same time, I said something along the lines of, "See, sometimes having an immune- & germ-obsessed daughter can be beneficial!" If you'd like to read more about my experiences being a germaphobe, please feel free to go back & read my blog posts about how the coronavirus pandemic turned me into a "normal" person & how vestibular sensitivities effect my daily life. I then talked more about how he can thank my obsession with germs & the immune system, as well as my dog, Teddy for my knowledge about this steroid. If it wasn't for Teddy's illness, I wouldn't know so much about how this drug affects your body. That's when my dad said to me, "Everything about you is a blessing to me." No one's ever said that to me before, so my immediate reaction was that my dad was just being sarcastic again. I was sitting there talking about the immune system & my germaphobic tendencies, so hearing that that was a blessing really caught me off guard. I mean, I don't consider that a blessing to ME (it's so hard to live that way), so how could it be a blessing to someone else? Germaphobia is a BIG part of who I am. It turned out that my dad was being 100% truthful in that moment & wasn't being sarcastic at all. "Everything about you is a blessing to me." That was something I needed to hear. If you love me, tell me. If you're proud of me, tell me. If I look pretty, tell me. If I'm doing things right, tell me. If you love that design I just created, tell me. If everything about me is a blessing to you, tell me. I need to hear all those things & more. I've gone my whole life with terrible self-esteem & being super dependent on validation from others. Every positive thing you think about me: I need to know about it, I need to know how you feel. That's what keeps me going & I know that that's also why words of affirmation is my love language. What Are The Love Languages?:
The term love language refers to the way that a person prefers to express & receive love. While the term was first introduced to us by best-selling author, speaker, & marriage counselor Dr. Gary Chapman, the term is used more loosely today, referring to love that is expressed between romantic partners, family members, friends, & more. In Dr. Gary Chapman's best-selling book, The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love that Lasts, he proposed five specific love languages, which are:
If you'd like to learn more about the five love languages, you can visit Dr. Gary Chapman's love language website to take quizzes to learn more about yourself, as well as to take a look at other resources & videos he has available, all of which provide valuable insight. No child wants summer vacation to end & to go back to school. I mean, who wants that?! But, I also believe that the term, first day of school jitters, is much too mild to accurately describe my experiences & emotions. Everyone dreads when that day rolls around every year, but I have always felt that my anxiety about that day was many, many, MANY levels above everyone else's. The anxiety, the stomach aches, the panic, the nausea, the fear, the dizziness, & a plethora of other emotions & symptoms can really just be summed up into one word: trauma. Yes, school was a traumatic experience for me from start to finish & the trauma only got worse with age. Autism & Trauma: Every autistic person, no matter how old (s)he is has experienced trauma at some point in his or her life. No, it's not the type of trauma you're probably envisioning when I say that word. Being bullied on a daily basis & constantly being left out can certainly cause the same types of consequences on a person as going to war, witnessing someone get murdered, or having an abusive spouse would. It just takes a longer amount of time to do its damage. This is one of the reasons why it is crucial to diagnose autism as early on in the child's life as possible. So that you can do as much as you can to stop the trauma & the damage it will cause once the autistic child grows up. Academics Were Easy!: I wasn't your stereotypically gifted autistic child. In fact, I struggled with math until I got to middle school. But, the academics were STILL the easy part of school for me. It was every other thing that naturally came along with it that was so painfully difficult. There were two main reasons why: bullying & friendships. Bullying: Every autistic child & every autistic adult you talk to will have something to say about bullying in school. Many autistic adults will have things to say about bullying &/or mistreatment in the workplace, as well. This is what I remember about bullying:
The effects of the bullying is the reason why it takes me such a long time to trust someone even now, as an adult. I know that this is due to the trauma I experienced, which I explained above. I think that part of this is also probably because I never voiced the pain I was experiencing to my parents. I have always felt that I caused them extra worry & I didn't want to add to it even more. I also see police officers as adult bullies because almost every one of the boys who bullied me in high school were going to study criminal justice in college to become a police officer. That makes police officers absolutely terrifying. When I look at a police officer, I see a bully who wants to hurt me, not someone who will protect me. Friendships:
Miscellaneous Difficulties:
These are the reasons why I am so glad I am no longer in school. When I was at my neighbor Patty's house this past winter talking to her about my experiences growing up as an undiagnosed autistic child, one of the questions she asked me was, "How was school?" I could've gone on for hours telling her about the problems I had in school. This is the first of a series of blog posts that answer that very question. While this topic is a painful & vulnerable one, I have a lot to say about it, so it is a topic that I have been very excited to write about. You may have heard of it, or maybe you haven't, but let's talk about what Spoon Theory is & how it applies to autistics. If you've ever heard someone exclaim, "I'm out of spoons!"; you might've been super confused. And no, (s)he didn't run out of silverware. It was Spoon Theory that (s)he was referring to. Spoonies, as we call ourselves, are people living with chronic illnesses, autism, mental health issues, terminal illnesses, disabilities, & more who use this theory to give their healthy family & friends a glimpse of what it's like to be in our shoes. What Exactly Is Spoon Theory?: Now, it's important to remember that I did not create Spoon Theory & I'm no Spoon Theory expert. I'm simply an autistic woman living with persistent, lifelong mental health issues who has benefited greatly from having a simple & concise way to explain my energy & ability levels on any given day. The Origin Of Spoon Theory: First, I highly encourage you to read the entire origin story of Spoon Theory, but here is Spoon Theory in a nutshell: Spoon Theory was originally created by Christine Miserandino, a woman with lupus. She & her best friend were at a diner late one night when her friend asked her what it was like to live with lupus. And that's when Spoon Theory was born. Christine handed her friend a collection of spoons as a concrete way to illustrate what it was like to live a day with lupus. "I explained that the difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted." Every chronically ill, autistic, mentally ill, terminally ill, & disabled person begins each day with a limited number of spoons. The number of spoons most spoonies begin the day with is twelve because that's how many spoons Christine handed her friend that night. And every task that you do throughout the day takes up one or more of your spoons. How many spoons each task takes up depends on how difficult the task is for you to do. Depending on the person & his or her illness or disability, certain activities may allow spoons to be replenished. I'll talk more about that later on in this blog post. Remember that an activity such as getting ready for work has to be broken down into smaller steps. Getting ready for & getting to work usually contain all or most of the following steps for most people:
Once a spoonie runs out of spoons, (s)he has no energy left for the rest of the day, so we have to make choices about how we're going to use our precious spoons. For example, are you going to shower or eat breakfast today? If you go to the grocery store after work today, will you have enough spoons left to cook? Healthy people have the luxury of not needing to make these choices because they wake up each day with an infinite number of spoons. While the Spoon Theory was originated by a woman with lupus, it applies to so many other illnesses & disabilities out there as well. How Does Spoon Theory Apply To Autistics?: Autistic people wake up each day with a limited number of spoons. Let's continue to use the number twelve. Sometimes the number of spoons we wake up with can be lower than what is typical. For example, if we had a meltdown yesterday or if we didn't sleep well, we might hypothetically start the day with eight spoons, no spoons, or a negative number of spoons rather than the typical twelve. We have to plan our days very carefully in order to conserve our spoons. We face unique struggles because we live in a world that wasn't built for us. Navigating a neurotypical world uses up our spoons at an astronomical rate. The tasks that I find to take up the most amount of spoons tend to involve interaction with people. Also, because of my vestibular sensitivities, I live my life in fear of germs & illness, so tasks that involve cleaning or being in close contact with people I don't know also take up a lot of spoons. The below image outlines how many spoons I use up for many of the typical tasks in my daily life (although some tasks are hypothetical). As you can see from the below image, many of us, myself included, consistently run on a spoon deficit. It would be impossible for me to only use twelve spoons in a day. I try to conserve my spoons as much as I can, but so many daily tasks take up such a significant number of spoons that spoon conservation is impossible. This is why autistic burnout & meltdowns are so common in the autism community. We are quite simply out of spoons. Most days, I wake up feeling like I am out of spoons before I'm even out of bed because the limited number of spoons I am given each day just isn't enough. When you've run out of spoons every single day of your life, it really takes a toll on you. Because I am consistently spoon-deficient, I try to avoid the majority of tasks that take up five & six spoons. The only task in this group of tasks that I passionately love doing is taking care of my grandfather. Autistic people do not handle stress well & because caregiving is very stressful, it takes up a lot of spoons. However, it also can be very rewarding & it gives me precious time with my grandfather, which I love. Spoon Replenishment: While I am consistently running on a spoon deficit, I feel lucky that sometimes, my spoons can be replenished. This isn't the case with all spoonies. The below image outlines how I personally experience spoon replenishment. Certain activities are much more effective at accomplishing this than other activities. Sleep is something that helps replenish spoons for many spoonies, but that isn't something that helps me. I have many other things that replenish my spoons though, which I am grateful for. Because my spoons are used up much more quickly than they are replenished, this only helps my spoon deficit ever so slightly. Why Does Spoon Theory Help?: I love Spoon Theory because it gives our community a common language that explains our daily energy levels in a simple way. It also helps our healthy & neurotypical family & friends understand what their ill or disabled family & friends are facing in a concrete way. Sometimes, it may look to others that we are lazy when that isn't the case at all. We are simply out of spoons. Without this language & understanding, many of us would be using more of our precious energy than we had left explaining to our family & friends that we are all out of energy. (How ironic is that?!) If you’re new to Spoon Theory, I hope that this explanation helps you to see the struggles that us spoonies face on a daily basis in a new way. And if you know me on a personal level, I hope this helps you understand me better, too. 💙 My mom & I took one of my dogs to my favorite Block Island beach today. This day was my ideal day. My perfect day. Sitting on the beach on a perfectly sunny, blue-sky day with my mom & my dog. My favorite alcoholic drink was in my hand. I could feel the warmth from the sun on my skin. This is summer. So, we try to get to this beach every year. The only thing that made it less than perfect was the traffic we were stuck in on our way there that made us nervous about missing the ferry. And my dog trying to scare the seagulls away. I mean, I don't like seagulls either (a seagull stole a hot dog right out of my hand many, MANY years ago), but trying to ignore them wasn't a possibility for my little Teddy. Going To The Beach Wasn't Easy When I Was Growing Up:
Walking on sand caused me to get motion sickness to the point where I actually had a lot of anxiety leading up to beach trips. I've always been intensely afraid of feeling dizzy. Still am. And walking on sand caused dizziness. Sometimes, it caused dizziness that was so bad, I couldn't stand up straight or I felt like I might fall over or collapse. The feeling of my feet sinking into the sand was never something I could tolerate. I was a hard surfaces only type of girl. This was a problem for me when I was a young child, but also when I was a teenager. Especially when I was a child, my family tended to go to the beach with other families. Mainly families of my younger brother's friends because sadly, I didn't have friends. Picture trying to keep up with boisterous young boys when you're trying to combat dizziness & everything that comes along with it. Luckily, the feeling subsided fairly quickly once we found our spot to set up on the beach. However, since my mom liked to scope out the BEST spot for us to set up, it sometimes required partially setting up somewhere & then moving to somewhere else, which was SO hard on me. I've always felt like due to my difficulties with motion, dizziness, & other sensory sensitivities, I unintentionally put a damper on my family's fun. Because of this, I'm pretty sure I never vocalized this fear to my parents. It would've caused even more anxiety, fear, & discomfort. I am so glad this is in the past & this is no longer something I need to deal with. I'm the type of person who could never live in the states in the center of this country because they don't have easy ocean access. I love the ocean too much! Happy Independence Day! Due to the holiday, we're gonna spend some time today talking about the difficulties that fireworks can pose on autistic individuals & their families. For many people, fireworks are magical & fascinating, filling up the night sky with mesmerizing colors & patterns. The perfect way to cap off a fun day full of patriotic festivities, whether spent at a picnic, a barbecue, the beach, or by the pool. However, this isn't the case for everyone. One of the groups of people fireworks can effect negatively are autistic individuals. My Personal Experiences With Fireworks: As a child, I didn't have the sensory sensitivities that autistic children stereotypically have. Because I was generally not bothered by most sounds or lights, fireworks didn't bother me the way that they typically bother many other autistic individuals. However, going to firework displays was still an incredibly traumatic experience for both me & my family. The reason for this was simply the time of day that fireworks happen. Obviously, fireworks happen at night, but due to the dizzy spells I endured from the time I was six years old until I was seventeen years old, I would almost always have one of those dizzy spells whenever we went to see fireworks. Dizzy spells were often triggered by tiredness, so they were much more likely to happen during nighttime activities than during daytime activities. This made nighttime activities, including something as simple as going out for dinner, very stressful for me & my family. I constantly felt like I was ruining my family's fun because of something I could not control. So, I often found myself trying to hide my dizzy spells for as long as I possibly could & being afraid of telling my parents that I could feel a dizzy spell coming on. If you would like to read more about my experiences with dizzy spells, I go into more detail about them in my previous blog posts about the coronavirus pandemic & about vestibular processing. As an adult, my after-dinner routine consists of taking a shower, getting in my pajamas, & then snuggling up with my two dogs for the rest of the night. In fact, most nights, I'm in my pajamas prior to 8:30pm. The idea of going out into a crowd of people, being eaten alive by mosquitos, being away from my dogs, & not being able to wash off the germs of the day until late at night sounds incredibly unappealing, in most situations, except if I was visiting family from out of town or vice versa or if I was at Disney World or someplace where the fireworks display was absolutely spectacular. Fireworks Are Fun!
Some autistic people really enjoy fireworks & being someone who finds fireworks enchanting & magical, I am one of them! What I don't like about fireworks is the fact that due to the time they happen, they are extremely disruptive to my nightly routine. Plus, it's so much hassle to get there & there is so much waiting involved for a display that is usually relatively short. But They Can Be Painfully Loud... And I really mean this. I am not an autistic person with auditory sensitivities, but to some autistic people, this can be incredibly overwhelming. Even though to you, the sound is far away in the night sky, your autistic loved one may be hearing it as if the fireworks are exploding in his or her own ears. ...And Painfully Bright! Yes, fireworks can actually hurt. All of the bright sparkles that make fireworks look so cool & awe-inspiring, as well as the strobe-like effects they create, can cause big problems for autistic people. Once I outgrew my childhood dizzy spells, which were often triggered by certain frequencies of lighting, I no longer had sensitivities to lights. Many autistic people hate bright lighting, making fireworks an overwhelming & difficult experience for them. Just like certain frequencies of lighting triggered my childhood dizzy spells (which likely were a migraine or a seizure variant), these same types of lighting can trigger seizures in autistic people, something many autistic people struggle with. While I've never heard of someone having a seizure due to an overload of fireworks, merely knowing the effect that certain types of lighting has on certain people can be very overwhelming & cause a lot of anxiety for them. The Crowds & The Music Are Loud, Too! Firework displays always include people & almost always include music. Loud voices & loud music can be just as hard on autistic ears as fireworks are. Also, because of our difficulties being able to read people's tones of voice, it can be hard for some autistic people to tell the difference between voices raised due to excitement from voices raised due to anger. This gives us a whole other level of anxiety that neurotypical people do not experience. Weather Sensitivities: Another consideration to take into account is the weather. Some autistic people cannot tolerate humidity. Others have sensitivities to water, so they would have issues if it's raining. Personally, I have an issue with raindrops touching my face, so I'm always shielding my face from rain! How You Can Help:
When I was in third grade, my mom got a job as a classroom aide at the elementary school I attended. And that's where she still works. Today, when she came home from work, my mom told us that one of the school busses was thirty minutes late this morning. One of the boys at her school told my mom that the reason why that bus was so late was because the children on the bus were so poorly behaved that the driver had to pull off the road to assign seats. Later on that day, my mom found out from one of the teachers she works with that there is also some bullying going on, on that same bus. The bullying had gotten so bad for a certain boy that his mom is afraid of sending him to school on the bus. Another boy does things to him, like pour his water from his water bottle onto this poor boy's head! I always try to link the things that happen in my everyday life to my experiences as an autistic woman. So, I wanted to take this as an opportunity to tell you about what it was like to ride the bus to school as an autistic student, long before I knew I was autistic. From the title of this blog post, you probably already know that I absolutely HATED riding the bus to school. Why I HATED Riding The Bus To School: I Was Afraid Of Getting On The Bus: When the bus pulled up to the bus stop, all the children ran to the bus because they wanted to get the BEST seat. The running children scared me. I have struggled with my gross motor abilities my entire life (this is a commonality among autistic people/children), so every day when it was time to get on the bus, I thought I was going to get trampled & injured from running children. I could feel a rush of adrenaline running through my body every time it was time to get on the bus. Being someone who has always avoided adrenaline-inducing activities, this felt absolutely terrible! I Usually Had No One To Sit With: This is a pretty self-explanatory reason, but when you're autistic, you tend to have trouble making & keeping friends. In the beginning of the school year, I would sometimes have a neighborhood girl to sit with, but as the year went on, that girl went on to make her own friends who she wanted to sit with on the bus. And where did that leave me? Alone of course. Not only was it embarrassing, but it made me so sad that no one wanted to be my friend. There Were Older Children On The Bus: There's a big difference between a first grader & a fifth grader. Whenever I was on the young end of whatever school I was in, I felt like being around older children was dangerous. I mean, I even felt like it was dangerous being around children my own age, so of course being around older children was even more frightening! One Of My Bus Drivers Was Scary: My middle school bus driver was crazy, mean, & scary! She often started driving before all the students were seated. Because of my gross motor difficulties, this was terrifying for me. She would also do things like yell at whoever had a dirty water bottle on the floor by his/her seat, being seemingly unaware that water bottles roll when the bus moves, so whoever she was yelling at likely wasn't responsible for leaving their dirty water bottle on the bus. It Was Loud: I didn't have noise sensitivities like the typical autistic student did, but I was a calm & quiet girl who preferred calm & quiet environments, rather than environments with excitable, yelling children. I Was Afraid Of Getting Off The Bus: Again, children moved much too quickly for my comfort level. Because of my gross motor difficulties, I have always had to take stairs slowly & cautiously. However, when it was time to get off the bus, I thought I was going to get trampled & injured from running children. I could feel adrenaline rushing through my body every time it was time to get off the bus. Having been an adrenaline-avoider my entire life, this felt absolutely terrible! I Was Afraid Of Missing The Bus: Again, because of my gross motor difficulties, it was hard for me to get to the bus at the end of the day quickly enough. This was particularly stressful in high school, when all of the busses were lined up at the front of the school simultaneously rather than being called over the loud speaker. There was never enough time for me to gather everything I needed in order to do my homework that night AND make it to the bus on time without stressing. If I were to miss the bus in high school, it would be particularly bad because it would mean that I would need to wait a whole extra hour & a half at the school in order for my mom to pick me up to go home, since she didn't get out of work until three o’clock & the high school was a twenty minute drive away. I don't think that ever happened, but the idea of it EVER happening terrified me. Just being in that school drained every ounce of energy I had that I couldn't wait to run away from the school building at the end of the day! (I'll tell you more about my experiences with school in a future blog post.) This is one of the many reasons why I was so relieved when I got my driver's license. Why I Never Struggled With Bullying On The School Bus:
I experienced very INTENSE bullying in school, but never had any problems with bullying while on the bus. The short reason why is simply because I always sat in the first few seats of the bus. The exact place where no one ever wants to sit on a school bus. If someone had ever hypothetically forced me to sit in the back of the bus, I would've been absolutely terrified because that's where the bullies sat. Even the kids who sat back there who were not bullies tended to be friends with them. The wild, loud, obnoxious athletes sat in the back of the bus. I generally didn't like athletes, unless they were runners, were part of the track team, or were tennis players. I wanted to do everything I could to stay away from bullies & everyone who associated themselves with them. Because I sat in the front of the bus, that was the only part of the day that bullies didn't bother me. They didn't go out of their way to bother the quiet, loner girl sitting in the front of the bus because she didn't want to be bothered by the bullies, among a plethora of other reasons. I was so glad about that. I sat in the front of the bus from when I was in kindergarten until I stopped taking the bus, when I was a high school sophomore. I Wished My Mom Drove Me To School! Within the past few months, I made a comment to my mom about how I hated riding the bus to school & I wished she drove me. I never understood why I had to take the bus to school. I assumed my mom had some very good reason for not driving me to school. Or that it was just too much trouble. I have always believed that I was too much trouble & caused too much worry. To my surprise, my mom never knew how much I hated riding the bus to school & she told me that she would've driven me if I had asked her to, particularly when I was in elementary school & I attended the same school she worked at. I wish I had known this twenty-five years ago. I have always been a meek person, as a child AND as an adult, both inside & outside of my family. I was really pushed by my special education teacher to advocate for myself when I was a junior & a senior in high school, in preparation for college, but speaking up for myself is & always had been difficult for me, particularly in my younger years. I know that is also likely why that despite all of the intense bullying that I endured, I never told anyone how painful it was, how much it bothered me. Issues I dealt with while I was in high school, & even while I was in middle school & while I was in elementary school are still affecting me well into my thirties. I'll share more about my experiences being a victim of such intense bullying in a future blog post. Vestibular overload happens more frequently than you might think. And it happens WAY more frequently than what is comfortable for me. I mean, I'm comfortable with it happening, NEVER. When it happens, it is pretty terrifying & it causes sheer panic, to be completely honest. As I've grown up, I've become skilled at knowing what my triggers are & either avoiding them completely or coming up with coping mechanisms that cause my symptoms to be milder & more in my control. However, because I can't control every situation, it's just not possible for everything in my life to be under my control all the time. Sometimes, vestibular overload happens out of the blue & other times, it happens due to a particular situation. I talk more in-depth about what the vestibular sense & the two other hidden senses are in my previous blog post about vestibular processing & the SEVEN other senses. When Vestibular Overload Happens Out Of The Blue: When this happens, it's pretty terrifying because there are absolutely no warning signals & I am not at all able to sense that it's coming. While I did outgrow my dizzy spells when I was seventeen, I do sometimes still struggle with dizziness-related issues. For example, just this past fall, I was taking my dogs for a walk around my neighborhood loop (the street I live on is the shape of a horseshoe, so if you just walk straight, you end up where you started). Then, I felt a wave of dizziness start to come over me. I was beginning to panic because I was alone with my two tiny, six pound dogs who I had to keep safe. I also have this intense fear of being alone while I'm dizzy if I'm outside of my home. I'm sure that the only reason I have this fear is due to the dizziness trauma I endured when I was growing up. Thankfully, this kind of dizziness is not at all debilitating, like it used to be, though. I opened the locator app on my phone to see if my dad had gotten home from work yet & luckily, he had. So, I called him to see if he could walk the opposite direction & meet me & my pups. The second I could see my dad walking towards me, I felt a wave of relief because I was no longer alone. Knowing that I would have assistance, support, & someone to take care of my precious pups if something were to happen to me was very relieving. Luckily, nothing did happen that I needed his help with. But, him being nearby helped immensely. If this situation had happened when I was at home, I probably wouldn't have even told anyone & just sat on the couch until it was over. Being this afraid of dizziness can be very overwhelming. Experiencing Expected Vestibular Overload:
This is actually what gave me the idea for this blog post. I currently walk small dogs & pet sit for a living. However, I am hoping that Splashed With Water will soon become my main source of income with pet care becoming more of a side gig, once this blog & online boutique gain more exposure & traction. I have a client who lives along a very busy & high-speed road with no sidewalks. However, they live just a few houses away from a very quiet street with almost no traffic. My job is to get their dog from the house & take her to that little, quiet street for her walk. I can do it safely by walking in people's lawns rather than in the shoulder of the road. The houses on this street are very far away from the road, so I'm sure no one notices that I'm walking in their front yards. However, this is where the problem comes into play. This dog likes to have zoomies along this very busy & high-speed road on our way home from our walks. Zoomies are a good thing for dogs, but are not a good thing for me & are not a good thing for this particular situation. What Are Zoomies?: If you have a dog or are familiar with dogs, you likely know what zoomies are, but if you don't, here's your answer. Zoomies are explosions of energy that dogs have, which cause frantic running around in circles &/or spinning around. They are frequently caused by an excess buildup of energy that dogs hold on to, which is then released in one big burst. Different dogs have different triggers for zoomies. Some have zoomies during certain times of day, after a bath, or after stressful situations, like visiting the vet. Clearly one of this dog's triggers for zoomies is going for walks with ME! This dog having zoomies is stressful for me because she's having zoomies while she's on (I'm estimating) an eight foot leash that I'm holding onto. I cannot spin in circles. Period. Plus, I'm responsible for this dog's safety while she's with me. Like I previously stated, she likes to have zoomies when we're walking along a very busy, high-speed road. Luckily, we're walking on people's lawns rather than in the shoulder of the road, which makes this activity slightly less dangerous than it could be. Whenever this dog has zoomies, it causes some panic inside of me because it makes me feel unsafe myself. I tend to find myself taking deep breaths to try to calm myself down, hoping she'll get it out of her system quickly, so that I can get her home & be on my way. 🤞🏼 I mean, as much as I want to, I can't say to my clients' dog, "Hey, I'm autistic & struggle with vestibular overload. So, can you please not have zoomies outside, along a very busy, high-speed road, while I'm trying to keep you under control & safe via leash? Because no matter how much I want to chase you, I can't run around in circles." & expect she'll understand. 🤪 This situation just happened earlier today. Multiple times. I love this dog, but I just wish zoomies could be reserved for inside the house! You probably know that the five senses are sight, hearing, touch, smell, & taste, but did you know that there are actually eight senses? The three hidden senses are: The Vestibular Sense: Vestibular receptors, located in our inner ears, help us process movement & balance. The vestibular system helps us to distinguish between speed & the direction of movement. Many autistic people are either vestibular under- or over-responders. People who are vestibular under-responders seek intense or prolonged vestibular stimulation & may enjoy frequent rocking, swinging, bouncing, jumping, or other activities involving intense movement. People who are vestibular over-responders may react negatively to a wide range of vestibular input. They are often prone to motion sickness & have anxiety during activities that involve movement through space, such as walking down the stairs. They also tend to struggle with body control & coordination. I am someone who struggles a great deal with vestibular sensitivities. This is why numerous times throughout this blog, I have referred to vestibular processing issues & anxiety around certain things causing dizziness. Because I keep referring to vestibular sensitivities, I thought it would be good to take a step back & actually explain what I mean by that. The Proprioception Sense: Proprioception receptors, located in our muscles & joints, provide information about where our bodies are in space. This system impacts our sense of body awareness & coordination. It also helps to create smooth movement. Many autistic people are either proprioception under- or over-responders. People who are proprioception under-responders struggle with knowing how much pressure to apply. They may break pencils or use too much pressure when shaking someone’s hand, for example. They may enjoy jumping, bumping, & crashing into people & objects. They tend to be unaware of safety & can be accident-prone. Children tend to prefer rough play & seem to be constantly wrestling with siblings or other children. They tend to stand too close to others & touch them without permission. And they may crave pressure & bear hugs. People who are proprioception over-responders may are easily overwhelmed by touch & movement. They tend to avoid physical contact, like hugs & other types of contact or pressure. They also tend to become anxious in crowded spaces or when standing close to others. Children who are proprioception over-responders tend to avoid physical play & appear timid around others. They also may dislike slides, swings, other playground equipment, & phys ed class in school. I also struggle with proprioception sensitivities, but because I am now an adult, these issues are much less bothersome now than they were when I was a child. The Interoception Sense: Interoception receptors, located on our internal organs, provide us with information about our internal body & emotional states. These receptors tell us when we're hungry, thirsty, hot, cold, in pain, or needing to use the bathroom. They also tell us if we're happy, sad, or anxious. People who are interoception under-responders may be unaware of pain & temperature signals, not know when they're hungry or thirsty, be unaware of the urge to eliminate until it is urgent, or have alexithymia, otherwise known as the inability to identify his or her own emotions. People who are interoception over-responders may always be hungry, thirsty, or having to use the bathroom. They also tend to experience more pain & pain lasts longer. It is common for over-responders to have frequent sicknesses because even the mildest of illnesses cause them to feel terrible. Stereotypical Sensory Sensitivities:
In movies & on tv, you'll notice that autistic characters are often very sensitive to light & sound. Because of this, they often wear sunglasses, noise-canceling headphones, or ear plugs to relieve themselves from intense sensory input. Autistic people also tend to be very sensitive to touch, where they can only tolerate clothing made from certain types of fabric & they cannot tolerate tags in their clothing or seams in their socks. It is also very common for autistic people to dislike being touched. Lastly, autistic people commonly dislike very strong flavors in the foods they eat. They tend to not like spicy, sour, or minty food. The beige food diet is common for autistic people. People who prefer this diet stick to eating only food that is beige in color, such as plain pasta, bread, & chicken nuggets. My Sensory Sensitivities: I don't experience this world as a stereotypical autistic person, in the sensory sense. Most sensory sensitivities that are common to autistic people are not issues for me. In fact, I was not aware of many of my sensory sensitivities being at all related to autism until I began learning more about autism, as I was pursuing a diagnosis. Until pretty recently, I thought that what I was experiencing were quirks in my likes, dislikes, & behavior. The sense that is definitely the most sensitive & bothersome for me is the vestibular sense. Sight: I do not have any visual sensitivities. Bright lights do not bother me, like they tend to bother the stereotypical autistic person. However, when I was growing up, certain frequencies of lighting would bother me because they caused dizzy spells, which you can read more about in my previous blog post about how the coronavirus pandemic turned me into a "normal" person. For example, the first time I ever successfully ate in a Rainforest Cafe, I was in my twenties. My dad & I were visiting family in Texas & we were in San Antonio for the day. We wanted to eat lunch along the River Walk & the restaurant everyone decided to eat at was the Rainforest Cafe. Something about the atmosphere in that restaurant caused dizzy spells because this was the first time I had ever eaten in that restaurant without getting sick. Because of my history with that restaurant, both my dad & I had anxiety about eating in there, but it was a success! I think it was probably the Rainforest Cafe's lighting that was the issue, but I don't know for sure. Also, while I don't have issues with bright lights, I do have issues with blinking or flashing lights & lights that are moving, particularly in circles. That is more of a vestibular issue though, which I'll discuss more below. Hearing: I do not have any auditory sensitivities. In fact, I really love listening to loud music! Touch: I do not have any of the stereotypical tactile sensitivities involving the clothing I wear. I can generally wear all fabrics of clothing & I am not bothered by tags or by the seams in my socks. I am sensitive to the sheets on my bed touching my feet though, so I have to sleep with socks on. However, as I mentioned in my first blog post, I am very sensitive to water touching me, particularly on my face & in my eyes. Because of that, I can't wash my face with soap in the sink. I have to use a washcloth instead. I also dislike the feeling of breezes. For example, I don't drive with the windows open & I actually point the vents away from the driver's seat in my car. I am also picky about who touches me & how I'm touched. I love experiencing physical affection from family & people I'm close with. However, hugging people that I do not have a certain level of established comfort with is uncomfortable. I also greatly prefer hugs over kisses & dislike romantic touch. I remember that on the first day of school when I was a sophomore in high school, my biology teacher put her hand on my shoulder as I was walking to my desk. I disliked that so much that I couldn't stop thinking about that for the whole rest of the year. If she had done that after I had an established relationship with her, I wouldn't have thought anything of it & it probably would've even made me feel good. But, because it was the first day of school & I didn't have a relationship with this teacher, it really bothered me. Smell: I do not have any olfactory sensitivities. Taste: The gustatory sense is the one sense where I am a stereotypical autistic person. I dislike strong flavors of food & I tend to stay away from spicy & sour food. If I'm eating in a restaurant & the waitress asks me if I would like a lemon in my water, I always decline it. In cases where I am not asked whether or not I would like a lemon & my water arrives with a lemon in the glass, I always take the lemon out. I also don't like mint, even in chocolate or in ice cream! I tolerate it in toothpaste though. Lastly, I really like my drinks cold (with A LOT of ice) & my food hot (temperature-wise). Vestibular: The vestibular sense is the sense that is by far the most sensitive & interferes with my daily living the most. In fact, that is why the graphic I chose to use for this blog post is supposed to resemble spinning. I am definitely a vestibular over-responder & I have a lot of fears that are all caused by this sensitivity. I listed many of these fears in my previous blog post about how the coronavirus pandemic turned me into a "normal" person. I could write a novel about everything that causes dizziness, so I tried to pick the things that stuck out the most in my mind. I know what I generally can & can't handle, so I either try to avoid certain things or I use coping mechanisms to deal with certain situations that most people would think nothing of. This is also why I don't know how to ride a bike. Embarrassing, but true. An example of a coping mechanism I use is how I deal with glass elevators, which really bother me. I have learned to find a screw or another stationary object inside the elevator to focus my eyes on until the elevator stops moving. An example of a situation that caused vestibular oversensitivity took place at a family wedding when I was in middle school. My mom's cousin's husband wanted to dance with me & took me to the dance floor. I remember really struggling with that dance because he didn't know to not spin me & I wasn't comfortable enough with him to tell him to stop. My grandpa, who I call Gung-Gung, took me to dance right afterwards & he didn't spin me because he knew how sensitive I was. The difference & the relief that I experienced when I danced with my Gung-Gung was phenomenal. Proprioception: I have significant proprioception sensitivities, but luckily, these things no longer affect my adult life. When I was a child, I felt unsafe on playground & climbing equipment if other children were also using it. I was also unable to engage in age-appropriate physical play with other children. Phys ed was traumatizing. In fact, what I remember about my elementary school phys ed teacher is that she scolded me for running away from a fast-moving soccer ball & she didn't scold my peers for laughing at me. I was truly terrified of that ball & I was only doing what I could do to protect myself. In high school, the transition between classes & the transition from class to the buses or the parking lot was terrifying because I thought I was going to get hurt from navigating down a staircase among a fast-moving stampede of teenagers. Interoception: I do not have significant issues with interoception, but I occasionally will experience alexithymia. I don't have any trouble identifying intense emotions, but I sometimes will have difficulty distinguishing between closely-related emotions or more neural emotions. I know this is a topic most people are tired of hearing about, of talking about, but let's talk about COVID! This is a topic that I've been really looking forward to writing about, well... because I know my experience throughout the coronavirus pandemic isn't like other people's, so I wanted to share my experiences. We made it to what the entire country is calling the end of the coronavirus pandemic, but I just can't see it that way. I can't picture myself EVER seeing it that way, as sad as that is for me to admit. Yes, I still [mostly] wear a mask when I'm indoors, unless I'm eating or drinking. Yes, my immune system is perfectly functional. No, I don't have an autoimmune disorder & I don't take any immune-suppressant drugs. So, why do I wear a mask then? Well... I have a very severe case of germaphobia. I was in the bank this morning, taking care of some business with my parents & of course, I was the only one in the bank wearing a mask. It would've been physically impossible for me to work with any individual person for more than a couple of minutes if I wasn't wearing a mask. Why? Anxiety, of course! After being in her office for several minutes, the woman who we were working with asked me if I would feel more comfortable if she wore one also. Of course, I told her, "No, it's fine for you not to wear one." Even though I completely understood where she was coming from, being asked that question made me super uncomfortable. I hate that the world went back to pre-COVID times, where wearing a mask is something you just don't do. I felt like I was being looked at like I had three heads, being the only one in the bank who was wearing a mask. But, that's what I needed to do in order to access the services my parents & I needed. If I had a sprained ankle, so I hobbled in on crutches or wore a boot, people wouldn't wonder why a person like myself would need to utilize equipment like that. Because that's a physical injury that people can see, they don't wonder what's wrong with you. For me, wearing a mask makes my invisible disability visible. I look young & healthy, so I know people wonder why there's a mask on my face. However, let me also mention that many autistic people cannot tolerate wearing a mask due to sensory sensitivities. Masks can cause some autistic people to not be able to function, to have meltdowns, to have shutdowns, or all of the above. On the other hand, many autistic people are germaphobic, just like I am. COVID-19 has completely exasperated my lifelong fears of germs & illness. Living in a world with the existence of COVID is my literal nightmare. When I've told doctors, autism resource people, & anyone else I've spoken to that I'm very germaphobic, so I've really been struggling living through this time, a common response that I get is, "Yeah, I used to be too, but then I got COVID & it wasn't so bad, so I'm no longer that worried about it." Those people don't get it because COVID has absolutely nothing to do with me being a germaphobe, it only exasperated my fears. Sadly, I do not remember a time in my life where germaphobia wasn't a problem, as I've experienced an extremely intense fear of germs & illness thirty years prior to COVID-19 even being part of our vocabulary. A Germ-Obsessed Child: There was never a time in my life where I didn't have an obsession with germs. In fact, my parents will tell you that ever since I was old enough to speak, whenever they had the news on & the news-anchors were talking about an illness, whether it was about the flu season, a measles outbreak, etc., I would repeat over & over again, "What sick? What sick? What sick?...". They say that a child's personality traits really start to show when they're around two years old. I am proof in the truth behind this statement. My parents didn't know what they were in for because their little germ-obsessed toddler never lost her germaphobia as she grew up. In fact, my germaphobic tendencies sadly only intensified with age. Illness-Related Trauma: When I was six years old, I got super sick with the flu & as a result, I developed a really high fever. Not a go to the hospital high fever, but a high fever. I believe that the fever I got from the flu is what caused these extremely debilitating dizzy spells that I luckily outgrew when I was seventeen. These dizzy spells were absolutely traumatizing & they usually caused me to become extremely nauseous & vomit, as well. The only thing that ever got them to subside was sleep, but ever since I got past the napping age, I have never been good at sleeping unless it was actually bedtime. Even going to sleep at bedtime wasn't always easy. I have been to countless doctors & had countless tests done, including an abnormal EEG, in order to figure out the cause of these spells. Unfortunately, it remained a mystery to doctors. The closest we came to figuring this out was that it was probably either a migraine or a seizure variant, or both. Migraines & seizures are comorbidities that autistic people often struggle with, but I didn't know I was autistic during this time. Fear Of Dizziness Because of my history with dizziness, I have fears of all things that cause dizziness or cause issues with vestibular processing. Here are some of them:
How The Coronavirus Pandemic Turned Me Into A "Normal" Person:
When the pandemic first began in the spring of 2020, my parents joked with me & told me that now, I'm finally a "normal" person. What they meant by this was that everything the doctors were recommending we do to stay safe & healthy were habits that I've had ever since I was a young child. I didn't wear a mask or stay six feet away from people until doctors recommended we do that, but literally everything else that they recommended was already a habit, & it had been practically my entire life. My brother even jokingly told me that I should sell my hand sanitizer on eBay because it was sold out everywhere & I had a mountain of it at home. Here are some (but not all) of the things I was doing &/or feeling long BEFORE COVID-19 was a part of our vocabulary:
Things NOT To Say To Me: "COVID Isn't That Bad. It's Just Like The Flu!" The last time I came down with the flu, I was six years old & it was the time I described above. COVID being compared to the flu will only make me freak out. I get the flu vaccine every year & I've gotten every COVID vaccine I'm eligible for. People are experiencing vaccine fatigue, but I can tell you that I'm not. I wish I could get a COVID booster every four months because once it's been more than four months since my last vaccine, I no longer feel safe being around people. "You Just Have To Accept That We're All Eventually Gonna Get COVID." While I know this is true deep down, it's not something I'm able to accept. I have never had COVID at this point & I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can. When the time comes that I do eventually test positive for COVID, it's gonna cause panic. I just know it. "You Don't Have To Wear A Mask In Here. I'm Vaccinated." If I felt like I didn't need to wear a mask, I wouldn't. I don't like wearing a mask, I just don't feel safe without one. If vaccines protected us from illness for an extended amount of time, I would consider not wearing a mask. Since that's not the case, that statement only causes discomfort because it makes me feel like I'm making the wrong choice by wearing a mask. "Are You Really Gonna Wear A Mask Forever?" Asking this question really doesn't make any sense because truthfully, I probably am, unless COVID & all illnesses become nonexistent, which isn't going to happen, at least not in my lifetime. I often blame the fact that I'm wearing a mask on my grandpa because he is ninety years old & is in the high-risk group. However, that isn't the truth & I just use that as an excuse to make myself look better to people who I'd rather not share this quirk with. In closing, please remember that you'll never know for sure what someone else is dealing with, unless they come right out & tell you. If you see a seemingly healthy, young person wearing a mask, don't tell them it's okay to remove it or look at them & wonder what's wrong with them. Wearing a mask is just as okay as not wearing one. It is our personal choice & our comfort level. If I felt like it was possible for me to walk into a store without a mask covering my face, believe me, I would. I don't enjoy wearing a mask, I just have no other choice. For me, I have two choices: to wear a mask or to hibernate for the rest of my life. 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
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. What Are Autism Function Labels?: Autism function labels are used by allistic, or non-autistic people, such as parents, family members, friends, caretakers & medical professionals; to describe an autistic person's abilities. If you refer to someone as having "high-functioning" or "low-functioning" autism, for example, you are using autism function labels. What Is "High-Functioning" Autism?: "High-functioning" autism isn't an official medical diagnosis, but is a term that allistic people use when talking about autistic people. When people talk about an autistic person who is "high-functioning," they are referring to someone who despite his or her autism, is able to read, write, speak, & handle daily tasks such as eating, getting dressed, & personal hygiene independently. A "high-functioning" autistic person can also live independently. People may also call "high-functioning" autistic people mildly autistic, less autistic, or something similar. These terms essentially mean the same thing as "high-functioning" autism. "High-functioning" autism is just the term that is used the most often. What Is "Low-Functioning" Autism?: "Low-functioning" autistic people are usually unable to live independently & will require support from a parent or caretaker throughout their lives. "Low-functioning" autistic people are either nonverbal or they have much more pronounced communication impairments. People may also call "low-functioning" autistic people severely autistic, more autistic, or something similar. These terms essentially mean the same thing as "low-functioning" autism. "Low-functioning" autism is just the term that is used the most often. How Are Autism Function Labels Harmful?: Autism function labels are harmful because they cause ableism, or the discrimination of disabled people. How Autism Function Labels Harm "Low-Functioning" Autistics
How Autism Function Labels Harm "High-Functioning" Autistics
What Does the Autism Spectrum Look Like?: Many allistic people would be very surprised to learn that the autism spectrum is NOT linear & the below image is absolutely NOT what the autism spectrum looks like. The autism spectrum looks more like this ↓. More specifically, this graphic is what MY autism spectrum looks like because it illustrates my specific abilities, as well as my challenges. As noted below, the more white space a particular area of the spectrum contains, the more I struggle with that particular situation or activity & vice versa. You will not be able to find another autistic person out there who's spectrum looks exactly like this because each & every one of us is different from one another. What Terminology Should We Use Instead of High-Functioning & Low-Functioning Autism?: Instead of calling us high-functioning or low-functioning, please simply call us autistic or if you need to be more specific, refer to us an autistic person with low support or high support needs. This makes us feel less judged about who we are as people, but still lets caregivers, teachers, or employers know what to expect in terms of how much support & what type of accommodations we may require. |
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