04/03/2021
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Dear Mum and Dad,
I actually deeply, authentically, and completely LOVE you Mum and Dad. Really.
Knock, knock?
Who's there?
ME!
There really IS someone home here Mum and Dad.
And Iāll let you into my world - slowly - gently - quietly... but you just gotta remember that bit about āwhen in Rome...ā
Occasionally I see that water trickle from your eyes, that sigh-breath thing you do, the slumped head-in-hands bit - that's you suspecting that because of my rather scarce emotional displays you're having doubts about my love. Don't doubt. You see, I donāt do that sort of emotional display easily. Hugs often hurt. Kisses - yuck. Love is a decision, not mushy stuff for me... and I've long decided for YOU. Both of you. Guess what? You're my world too.
Still, sometimes I detect that you know I love you, but even then don't expect me to say it out loud, that would be a 'horribly inefficient duplication' of feelings... and a painful intense emotional interrupt to my functioning. An interruption to my need to manage internal temperatures, my anxieties, the coursing of powerful and even overwhelming feelings. Saying it out loud is a disabling brain activity. IQ-lowering stuff.
Yet, who do I talk to, stand with, go to, trust, show things to, think aloud to, sit with, cry in front of? No more misinterpretations, please: I am constantly saying "I love you, I love you, I love YOU" - that's all!
I know I seldom seem to listen in the moment. I know, but I do listen very very carefully, even then. That's why I know so much. (Sometimes too much). Draw me a picture - I will photograph it and etch it deeply in white brain cells. Make me a book - I will chant it inside till known off-by-heart. I drink deeply from the well of who you are. I am after all a Repository of Information and Abider of Rules. Especially yours... and I really hear you in a way that, perhaps, no other can.
Don't be fooled by the merchants of glibness, money-makers, snake-oil merchants... for some are nothing short of purveyors of death... you see, I am NOT my behaviour. Never have been. That's just the stained and ripped book cover (someone else did it - not me). You see I have this long story inside me and it sort of encompasses my feelings and thoughts. All that has ever happened to me, all of the indescribable parts of me no one can see merely by "observing my behaviour", how and why I soar and plummet wildly, my thirst for justice and a sense of well-being, the euphoria I feel observing tiny rain drops on velour furred roses - and equally - spotting three ghastly matching weeds stood at attention in a neat row...everything, yes, everything. I do not want "how it all comes out" to define our relationship. I am much much more than that. You AND me both, eh!
I am not an alien, but you can help me to avoid being alienated. First by acknowledging you are weird to me too. Weird as. Except maybe Dad sometimes? Or maybe itās Mum whose strange at times? My genetic composition didnāt come from outta nowhere yāknow. You are even different from others of your own kind! Can we celebrate every single one of those differences together? Let's get out the crystal glasses and decanter kept in the special cupboard (the one I used to be fascinated with)... and drink merrily to that today!
While we're on that point about you being extra weird Dad, Mum, can one of you or both consider getting a diagnosis and publishing it in the newspaper for all to see? Esteem isnāt built on back-patting and soothing affirmations alone. Sometimes we just gotta nail our colours to a very public mast. Sometimes we all gotta.
And if you don't get a diagnosis Dad or Mum, OK, but please leave me to "know" Autism. Do not claim to "know" it like I know it. Your job is to help me. To feel with me and all that stuff, but not to replace me - heh, not even on the local branch of my own autism organization!
You sometimes seriously underestimate the challenges I face most minutes of the day. Challenges created by my associated co-occurring conditions and many other impacts. Sometimes you are blinded by my abilities and forget my conditionsā inherent complexities and all the apparent contradictions and paradoxes in Autism and Asperger's. You sometimes overlook my skill at surmounting these āwickedā challenges, because of my resilience, my strategising and my ability to focus. Keep the balance guys. Please don't trip.
I learnt to spell words to show I am not re****ed. Big words like "incontestable proof" and "paradoxical contradiction" and little words like "shove it" too. I know so much more than is seen in āregularā communication. Communication I find so difficult to use. Communication that never seems enough to portray the āmeaningsā I want to express - the exactnesses, the sensory connections, the whole of what I feel so outrageously inside.
Sometimes I need a rest from Autism and Autistic. Know what I mean? When I turn 18 and drink a little too much, I'm also gonna wanna be mainly legless for a while. OK? I want the dignity that comes from making similar mistakes to others. So, ah, let go appropriately. But don't let me stay in denial or always hide behind the non-appearance of my condition to satisfy some peer manipulation or any fears - I have some nailing up of colours to do also... eventually.
If you are going to help me do something, please make damned sure that your intention is that Iām gonna do it all my self later on. I embrace autonomy and agency and access... about as much as you let me... once my inertia is overcome. Sink or swim as an adult... it's up to you. Just like it is for every other child in the world too I guess.
Do not pay too much attention to any 'Triad of Impairments' - they are as valuable as zookeeper observations about monkeys at a tea party, well, to me anyway. Being Autistic is much more about perspectives, preferences, porous timekeeping, profound focus, party foods, and being practically beaten up everyday by bullies. Really.
Autistic is about processing information in different parts of the brain than a majority of people and the intensity of every sensory sensation. Itās about āseeingā the beauty found in all the details my brain doesnāt get to filter out. The experts say Iām āin my own worldā but without all the brain filters removing so called āunnecessary informationā, Iām actually left more in the world. Itās the so-called ānormalā social-based world construction that I find difficult to be in.
This Autistic spectrum is so much bigger than it looks from the outside. As are autistics. I experience so many things which the āexpertsā canāt define and donāt quite have words for...yet. Itās a realm of diversity caused by a mind and body wired in a profoundly different way. In ways that dictate my behaviour and leave me suffering at the hands of others not prepared to understand - other people unprepared to get to know who I am on the inside and who hurt me. Really.
Hullo. Mum, Dad, what are you doing to stop Autistics from remaining one of the least recognised, least accepted, least funded disabilities of the modern era? A disability facing a shocking response of multiplied-ignorance, quackery, scams, abandonment, non-listening, filicide... Mum, Dad, could you help the world to know this, please? I want a world to be a full part of. I want my community. I want my culture. I want us all to thrive. I want equality, agency, access, and acceptance for myself and those of my kind.
If I am like a goldfish on the telephone table, flapping and gasping, do not treat my gasps as tardive dyskinesia - with medication. Do not anaesthetize or paralyse my tail, eh... put me back in my goldfish bowl - I was never meant to be a fish out of water! There is an ecology and environment for me, and acceptance is it's beginning.
I am here the way I am here because there is a specialist need, for all sorts, my sort too. Now what's that, eh? Let's find out together. A voyage of discovery, of exploration, further than space. This is gonna be fun.
Donāt grieve for me anymore. Or for yourself and all youāre gonna miss out on because of how I am. If ya gotta grieve, cry for a world that doesnāt understand me. Grieve for everything other people will miss out on by not getting to know me. Better still, join me in this adventure free of grief...it will be fun.
I have decided for you,
and that is all my love,
(till I meet my other half perhaps,
by such time my heart will have grown,
and there never need be any loss felt by anyone,..on the contrary),
Your son,
ŹuuÉ„oɾ
( Reference Parent+Autistics Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/autisminclusivity )