Last week was half term, and we barely made it through with my son. In fact it was worse than the summer holidays, and the reason for this is likely to be that he is newly settled in a new school. He loves his new school and he has even told me he has a girlfriend now, so I guess it's not surprising that having found a new comfort zone, the half term holidays really threw him.
This has got me thinking recently about how I deal with similar situations. Obviously as a full time working adult I don't have set holidays that are out of my control. The holidays I do book are very much in my control. However, sick days are very much out of my control...and are honestly extremely difficult for me to cope with.
The way I feel about sick leave is probably a very good example of why autistic people fear any kind of change in routine. When I have to call the office and tell them I am not coming in because I am sick I feel as though by being removed from my normal route, it will no longer be there for me when I return. It is as though I am risking the loss of my place in the world I have built for myself.
It feels as though I am out of place. As though the world is continuing on and I have been excluded from it. A sense of panic sets in and I feel that if I don't return to my normal world, then when I try to return to it, it will be too late and I will no longer be welcome.
Well-meaning friends and relatives tell me to take an extra day off, to make sure I am better before I return, but I can't do it. I MUST return to work as quickly as possible to reclaim my place in my world. To reassure myself that even though I have been sick, the world will continue on as it did before, and with me in it.
This must be what it feels like for Autistic children on their school holidays, as the holidays are completely out of their control. Will the school still be there when they return? Will their teachers and their friends still be there? Will they still love them? Will things look, smell, sound different? The world is one big unknown quantity, and we are all terrified that just when we've figured out a wonderful little place in it....it will all just disappear...
My Journey Through The Puzzle
Thursday, 6 November 2014
Monday, 11 August 2014
Bright Lights!
I’ve talked about sensory problems before, because it’s an
extremely important part of what it
means to be autistic. We have to live in a world created by neurotypicals and
because we don’t understand it or its rules, if we are to have any hope of
functioning in it we have to use up a lot of energy to try and overcome our
difficulties. When you throw into the mix the fact that we don’t see lights,
hear noises or feel things in the same way most people do, you can begin to
understand why meltdowns occur, and why our coping mechanisms can fail.
For the most part I consider myself lucky, compared to a lot
of others on the spectrum, because although I do have sensory issues, generally
they are nothing like as bad as some people experience. I do not suffer
physical pain from sensory overload, as I know some do. However, I recently had
an experience that stripped away all of my coping mechanisms, reminded me just
how solidly I am on the spectrum and allowed me a better understanding of those
who suffer this way on a daily basis. I hope it will let you understand them
better too.
My day started normally. I was not overly agitated, it was a
usual Monday morning. We had been told that the lights in the office where I
work were being changed over the weekend, and although I anticipated that I wouldn’t
like it, I hadn’t thought for a moment that it would actually cause me any
problems. How wrong I was.
The new lights were bright. No, I mean they were BRIGHT! That’s
not just my opinion because I’m hypersensitive, everyone who came into the
office was shocked as they walked through the door at how bright they were. The
difference between me, and everyone else, is that they proceeded to then get on
with their day as normal, while I could not.
I felt as though the light was freezing me, so that I couldn’t
move. I did manage to make it to my desk, but moving felt very wrong. I just
wanted to stay completely still. I felt so completely frozen by the light, that
I couldn’t even think straight, and failed miserably to try and focus on my
work. I dreaded my phone ringing, because I knew that if it did I would be no
use to my customers at all. I’m usually a complete chatterbox, but that day
talking was an effort and I didn’t want to talk at all. Forming complete
sentences felt like a struggle. I was focusing all my energy on coping with the
light!
What scared me more than anything though was that for an
entire working day I completely lost the ability to make eye contact. I don’t
like eye contact at the best of times, but I can do it. I regulate it and plan
it because it doesn’t come naturally to me, but I do it. Not that day. I was
even really trying to make eye contact with people who I consider to be
friends, not just colleagues, but I just couldn’t do it. Again, it was as
though I was frozen. I was an island, and the only way I could cope was to stay
an island, so the thought of looking at someone else and connecting with them
absolutely petrified me. I felt more helpless in those moments than I have ever
felt in my life.
I have had 34 years to build coping mechanisms, to repress tendencies
that aren’t appropriate and to cope with situations or sensations that aren’t
comfortable for me. I’ve been doing it for so long, that I’ve stopped noticing
how much I am actually regulating my behaviour. The lights in the office
completely threw me, because they were so extreme, that they forced me to focus
all my energies on dealing with them and all my usual coping mechanisms were
abandoned and stripped away. I barely recognised the person that was left. I
felt so…..so…..Autistic.
All I really wanted to do (and I very nearly did) was crawl
under my desk where it was dark, curl up into a ball, and calm myself. Instead
I settled for putting on a pair of very dark men’s sunglasses one of my friends
had in his draw. I know I looked ridiculous sat in the office wearing dark
sunglasses, because everyone told me so, but it did help and it was the only
way I could get any work done.
Thankfully I did get used to the light, and now it’s
completely normal to me, but that first day is an experience I will never
forget.
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
My School Years
Suddenly discovering in your thirties that you are in fact
on the autistic spectrum is really something to come to terms with, not least
because you not only begin to understand yourself for the first time, but you
begin to work through a re-writing of you entire history. For me one of the most
eye opening moments must have been reading through all my old school reports.
I remember school as a difficult time because I remember
feeling different to the other girls throughout my school years. One of my
earliest memories involves glancing up at birds in the trees that had caught my
attention one afternoon during our lunch break. They fascinated me and I became
completely absorbed as I watched them fly through the blue sky and land in the
trees. The sound of all the children around me completely fell away and
although I was surrounded by children running here and there playing their
games, all I knew was the birds and the sky. I was about six years old. When I
looked down from the sky to the playground I found it empty and silent. Though
it seems as though only a few moments had passed while I had been watching the
birds, in fact time enough had passed for the bell to ring, all the children to
line up and return to
their classes. I was all alone, left, forgotten about. I had to bang on the
door for them to let me in, bewildered as I was about what had happened.
As my school years went on I felt no more included than I
was in that forgotten playtime. It hurts me now to read the reports that
clearly indicate a child that needed help, but was offered none.
‘She is sometimes rather
dreamy, but will persevere to finish the task in hand. She is something of a ‘loner’
in the class and seems to prefer playing with the boys or by herself.’ Head
teacher, aged 6.
‘Occasionally Sarah
seems to go into a world of her own. She is rather disorganised, is constantly
losing things and feeling annoyed with everyone and everything around her.’ Class
Tutor, aged 10.
‘Sarah’s standard of
work varies greatly. It can be of a very high standard but can also be “slapdash”
presumably according to her degree of interest. She has settled down
considerably this year. There have been very few outbreaks of socially unacceptable
behaviour.’ Class Tutor, aged 11
‘Her reading,
surprisingly, shows evidence of difficulty when encountering new words. This
seems to be more to do with difficulty in decoding rather than lack of
vocabulary.’ English Teacher, aged 11
‘Sarah’s contribution
in class is variable. Sometimes she seems to go off in a dream and has no idea
as to what is going on around her.’ Social Studies, aged 11
‘Sarah’s progress has been
slow this half year due to the fact that she is late to most lessons.’ Sports
teacher, age 12. This is because I struggled with the simple tasks of
undressing and dressing myself due to my lack of perception about how my body
relates to its surrounding environment (poor proprioception). This difficulty
was never recognised by my teachers. I was simply labelled ‘slow.’
To me these comments scream autism and dyspraxia. The fact
that I was a ‘loner,’ I was only good at what interested me, I played with the
boys more than the girls, I often became so absorbed in my own world that I
became oblivious to what was going on around me, I at times exhibited ‘unacceptable
behaviour’ and was unable to break down words to read them if I was not already
familiar with them. This is a problem my 7 year old son also has.
I have Aspergers, but Aspergers was not a diagnosis until
1994, when I was already 14 years old. When I was a six year old, 10 years old,
11 years old, struggling to fit in and work my way through mainstream
education, autism was defined by a lack of language development and a below
average intelligence. Clearly I did not fit this criteria. Yet teachers
expressed concern over my behaviour. They knew I was capable of more than I was
achieving, but they did not help me, they did not alert my parents, they simply
labelled me as slow, lazy and told me I should try harder.
Even though I know that those who taught me could not have
known that I was on the autistic spectrum, albeit at the high end, I still can’t
help but feel angry and cheated, because the help I needed was simply not there
for me.
Today it is my mission to ensure that my son has all the
help and opportunities that I can possible give him, and he will grow up
knowing that he is not a ‘loner’ with ‘unacceptable behaviour.’ He is a unique
individual, with exceptional abilities.
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Don't take my Autism away from me.
For the most part telling people I have Aspergers has been a
really positive experience. My friends have accepted this and understood it and
they GET me now much better than they did before. I can be myself, and mostly
it’s all good. However, I’m also raising
an autistic son, and I basically live in the world of special needs and of
course this means that I’m exposing myself to a whole world of different
opinions, and some of them offend me.
The bottom line is that I’m on that magical thing we call
the Autistic Spectrum. I always have been and I always will be. What’s more, so
is my father, who I love very much, and so is my son, who is one of my two
favourite people in the whole wide world. When I think hard about who I am,
what I want in life, what it means to be me, and what it is I like most about
myself, I can’t separate any of it from my Autism ‘symptoms.’ I am who I am
because I am on the spectrum
So when I hear people talk about curing Autism, or talking
about it as though it is a separate entity from those who ‘have’ it, I can’t
help but find it offensive. If a person
hates Autism…does that me they hate me? I wouldn’t be who I am without it. And
neither would my son….or my father. And some of the things I love most about
all three of us, are traits we have because we’re autistic.
As a child I had an Autistic father who scared me with his
meltdowns and always told me the harsh truth because he doesn’t believe in
anything else. I seriously struggled
through the process of growing up because I always felt different and didn’t
understand why I wasn’t fitting in. As a parent I am often frustrated and
defeated as I try to negotiate the minefields of raising an Autistic child of
my own. I fully understand the issues
and the difficulties of Autism. But would I change a thing about the three of
us? Not a chance. Because then we wouldn’t be us. I have an intelligent
supportive father and an extremely loving son with an amazing sense of humour.
For myself, although I drive people around me nuts and often feel lost an out
of control, I wouldn’t trade my veracious appetite for knowledge and studying
for anything.
I wish people would stop viewing autism as something that
should…or even could!....be taken away from an individual. It’s not a problem,
it’s not an illness, it’s just a different way of being that is not compatible
with mainstream culture. I do not want a cure, I do not want a solution, all I
want is acceptance and understanding. For those that offer me that I have an enormous
amount of gratitude. For those that think that Autism is something to be
fought, or cured, please think about what you’re saying around those for whom
it is simply a way of being.
Friday, 23 August 2013
STICK TO THE PLAN!
When dealing with people with Autism it is always advised
that visual timetables should be used, and great care taken to prepare the
individual for what’s coming next. Autistic people need to know what to expect.
We don’t like surprises. I don’t even like my presents to be surprises and am
the one in charge of the buying of my own Christmas and birthday presents from
the entire family. So yes, planning ahead is extremely important when it comes
to dealing with those on the spectrum………but it can also be our undoing.
I plan everything in advance. I make lists, I do research, I
allocate time slots and I drive everyone else involved around the bend with it.
I’m at my worst when it comes to day trips which we do a lot of in the summer
holidays. We like to take the kids to a lot of theme parks and safari’s. If we’re going to a place we’ve never been before
I will spend hours researching it to the extent that by the time we get there I
will know my way around. I will have explored every single page of the website
several times and I will know exactly what to expect when we get there. I will
know where the lockers are, how much they cost and what times various performances
of shows are. I enjoy this process of research into a new place so much that I
think it’s as fun for me as actually going there is.
Great! I bet your thinking I sound like a really useful
person to have on a trip – but I’m really the last person you want, because the
planning doesn’t stop there. I will plan the route we are to take around the
park, which rides and attractions we will visit and in which order, where we
are going to have lunch and at what time we are going to. This is where I spoil
the day for myself, because the greatest problem of planning things when it
comes to Autism is that once the plan has been made IT MUST BE STUCK TO
EXACTLY.
If anyone suggests doing something that is not included in
the plan I will start to panic and it will build until I hit meltdown. In fact
throughout the day I will be extremely anxious, focusing more on carrying out
the plan so that we can have the ‘perfect day’ than I am on actually enjoying
myself. I will hurtle us through the plan because I can’t relax until we have
reached the end and I know that we have done everything we are supposed to. Only
then can I indulge in the spontaneous. Before this happens there is always the
threat that we won’t get everything done, and that the day will be ruined. I
stress myself and my family out so much with these plans that I can spoil
everyone’s fun.
So far this year we have been on five days out. We have done
Legoland, Wookey Hole, Chessington World of Adventures, Folly Farm and Longleat
and this year I have made a conscious effort to limit the planning. I’ve still
done the research, but I’ve tried to let my family lead the way around the attractions,
and I think I’ve had more fun this year than I ever have before. I won’t lie,
there has still been a certain amount of anxiety. I couldn’t really relax at
Chessington until we had done Sea Life and Zufari, and I couldn’t relax at
Folly Farm until we had seen the animals and the penguins, because my aunt had
expressed a specific desire to see them, but I have made huge progress.
So, planning for people with Autism is a catch 22 situation.
We can’t live without plans, they are our safety net and our road map, but we
are also bound by them, restricted by them and ultimately controlled by them.
If there is a plan in place, there is something that can be broken, and when
the plan breaks…..so do we.
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
To Me Autism Is...
Today is Autism Awareness day and April is Autism Awareness
month. Everyone who is autistic is different and views the world in a different
way, so in light of this, and to spread the awareness, this blog post is all
about what autism means to me and the world that I live in.
To me Autism is…
…feeling like a stranger in a foreign country where everyone
is speaking a different language to me.
…being irritated by so many little noises all around.
…having an incredible ability to focus on studies that
expand my mind and can open new doors.
…becoming so absorbed in things that I’m interested in that
the smallest distraction can make me want to explode like a volcano.
…talking incessantly about the same things all the time.
…needing to plan every activity to the smallest detail and
then follow the plan EXACTLY!
…losing friend after friend because I don’t know how to hold
on to them.
…bluffing my way through conversation because I don’t always
understand what people are saying.
…not understanding jokes
…feeling left out
...feeling left out
…feeling left out
…being extremely organised
…valuing friendships and appreciating the smallest kindness
or feeling of inclusion because it’s so much harder for me to earn it.
…suffering from anxiety without even knowing why
…achieving the award of Young Animal Welfare Person of the
Year 1991 at age 11 due to the focus I placed on running my own animal charity
from the age of 9.
…finding it extremely difficult to shut my brain down to
sleep, because it’s so busy.
…being bad at eye contact when I’m feeling uncomfortable
…being over the moon with the self-checkouts we now have in
the supermarkets because I don’t have to talk to anyone when I do my shopping
anymore
…having no sense of how my body relates to the world around
me and constantly bumping into things, and dropping things, and nocking things,
and falling over!
…having a strange accent that is mostly influenced by the TV
I watch and which often causes people to think I am foreign.
…living in the fantasy worlds I find through the TV and in
books, because they are more real to me than the real world. I would honestly
live in them if I could and resent anything that takes me away from them.
…finding doing normal everyday things like housework,
washing clothes, getting up and going to work, doing my work, and so on all a
REAL effort, because I’m literally having to pull myself out of my head and
remind myself about what actually needs to be done. I could live in my head for
hours and hours, without actually doing anything, and be perfectly happy. I
find the world extremely irritating, because it doesn’t let me do this.
…losing control over the smallest things because the
pressure has built and built and built until it can’t be contained anymore and
watching from inside in horror at my behaviour and wondering why no one
understands me.
…being able to understand my son and the way his brain works
– this is the greatest gift of all.
Would I ever change the fact that I’m autistic? NO! I wouldn’t
be me if I wasn’t autistic and I believe I get more out of life because of the
focus I have on the subjects that I’m interested in. I am also blessed to be
surrounded by a lot of people who support me, love me with my quirks, and make
this life one well worth living.
Friday, 4 January 2013
The Difficulty of 'Hello'
It has been a while since my last blog, but here I am back
with more to say about the confusing place that is my brain. I’ve talked about
issues with socialising before, but I’m aware that there is one crucial part to
socialising that I didn’t touch on before – the initial greeting. Through an
awful lot of observation and practise, I have by now managed to master the art
of small talk, I can participate in conversations with people quite well
providing I’m interested in the subject and I’ve learnt to pepper my talk with
thoughtful questions about the other person, but one thing that still fills me
with dread, and which I don’t think I will ever feel comfortable with, is perhaps
the most simplest interaction of all – saying hello!
The main occasion that this simple interaction fills me with
dread, is when I am simply walking past someone, such as a stranger on the
street, or a colleague in the office. As we approach each other I feel awkward
and panicky as I desperately try to decide how I’m going to handle the
situation. What I want to do is keep my head down, completely avoid eye contact
and fail to acknowledge their presence, staying nice and safe in the comfort
zone that is my own head. However, I know enough to know that doing so would
appear rude. So a million things run through my mind: shall I make eye contact?
shall I say hello, or just smile? do they expect me do anything, or can I get
away with pretending I haven’t seen them at all? Usually I panic through these
thoughts until the last possible moment, and then force myself to make eye
contact and either smile or say hello – and I hate having to do this. If
possible I will whip my phone out and pretend I’m doing something on it to
avoid the awkward dance that I don’t really know the steps to, or I’ll even
take a longer route somewhere to avoid people.
The same can be said for the coffee place in work. It’s the
same meaningless niceties of greeting and negotiating space with other people
that makes me extremely uncomfortable. I will sit at my desk for an hour or
more wanting a drink, but having to wait until the coffee area is clear of
people so that I don’t have to worry about what kind of greetings they might
expect of me. I’m always mortified if I head there when it’s empty and someone
else gets there before me.
I also struggle with saying hello when I initiate a
conversation with someone else. There have been times when I’ve gone to talk to
people and launched straight into the subject I want to discuss only to be
quickly interrupted with a sarcastic ‘Hello Sarah!’ at which point I realise I’ve
failed to follow the expected rules of conversation. Sometimes the act of
saying hello just seems pointless to me when there are other more important
things to get to.
It’s hard to explain why this is so difficult to me, but I
think it’s because it’s such a small subtle interaction that I just don’t understand
how to do it, or if I’m doing it right, it’s causing me so much energy in the
thought processes going into it, that it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable
and awkward. It’s also true that the fleeting eye contact required is no small
part of why it makes me feel uncomfortable. I put a lot of thought into
regulating eye contact as it is, but the small amount required when greeting someone
in passing means that it’s very difficult for me to gauge the appropriate
amount to be made.
My son seems to have similar issues, and I’m currently trying
to get him to say hello and goodbye to people, which he usually does without
making any eye contact. I confess I sometimes use him as a way to deflect the responsibility
of saying it myself. If I look like I’m focussing on getting him to say hello
and goodbye I am looking at him, not the other person, which is more
comfortable for me, and I don’t have to say anything to them. The truth is I
could quite happily dispense with saying hello to people as the practise often
makes me feel so uncomfortable that I can’t see myself ever feeling at ease
with it.
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