Author (Father’s) Note: I’ve been trying for the past couple of weeks to coax out of Alexis how she feels about being autistic. What she wants people to know about her. It hasn’t been easy, nor direct. But although this is not her direct language, it is my approximation of how she feels, and what she wants others to know.
First off, I don’t like the term ‘Autistic’. I don’t want to be seen as different than other children. But I am very aware I am. When I am called autistic, or told that I have autism, that is just another reminder that I am different, and who wants to be different? Not me.
I have emotions, plenty of them. Just like you. They are inside of me. But the difference is this. I have trouble expressing them, or when I do? I express them the wrong way. Most kids my age don’t really care. We are out to have fun. Adults however get lost by this, they don’t seem to want to take the time to let me ‘translate’ my emotions. Despite what society likes to think of me, or others like me, we are not ’emotionless robots’. We feel, but those feelings? They are like a whole other language for us, and we have to translate them in our mind. Speaking to me sometimes is like speaking to someone who has another native tongue, and they have to find the right English word to tell you what they want. Be patient please.
I lie. But not for the same reasons most kids lie. Well, not always. I lie to keep emotional stress away from me. When I spill something, I say it wasn’t me. It is not to avoid guilt, but to avoid the emotions connected to the guilt. We you do something bad, most people feel guilty about it, and there are a lot of emotions attached to it. For most kids, like my brother, he may tear up, apologize several time, and feel bad about it. Those emotions get lost in translation for me. It is just so hard to find a way to say ‘sorry’, so I deflect it by saying ‘wasn’t me’.
I have an excellent memory, better than yours I bet. However my memory is different is some ways. Recall can take a moment. I don’t want to be wrong. So, in school? I take time to answer questions, which for some teachers, it can be frustrating for them. Also, dealing with adults in general. One thing about my memory that may surprise you, I recall things from the past like they happened yesterday. Emotions are attached to memories, and when I remember good things? I smile and laugh about it. It’s the bad memories that are the problem. If someone is mean to me? Or upsets me? I remember that about them. They could have done the mean thing to me years ago, but when I see them? I remember it like yesterday. I tend to avoid people who have upset me in the past. I can forgive, but it takes me much longer than most.
Simple things bother me. I don’t like loud unexpected noises. I don’t like automatic flush toilets. Or air hand dryers. Loud music can bother me sometimes. Crowds too. Expecting a response from me is annoying. Like “Please and Thank You” Why do you use them? I really don’t see a need. If I give you half my donut, you don’t have to tell me Thanks. I know you are Thankful. You use a lot of frivolous words you know.
And about frivolous words, what is with that? My dad said to me one day to get dressed now, because we are going out later, that way I could Kill Two Birds with One Stone. I had to ask him why we needed to kill birds with a rock? He told me it was an expression. I’m not always fond of expressions. I like it when people say what they mean, not use confusing words that do not make sense. And why is Pink a girl color? And Blue a boy color? Society has a lot of rules that just don’t make sense to me.
I have issues with touch, hearing, sight. These senses are heighten in me. So, I wear comfy clothing, because clothes you expect me to wear? Okay fine, put on a burlap sack for a day and tell me how that feels, now do you understand my fondness for pajamas? My hair is mess a lot, because brushing it? It literally hurts. My digestive tract can cause me problems, and embarrassment, an emotion I dread just as much as guilt. I have avoided school in the past because I was worried I would have an accident at school. I am very aware of how that would have gone over.
About school. I don’t go anymore. I do schooling online, and will go to a smaller private school this coming Fall. Why? Well, think of it this way. When I would go to my school it would become too noisy, too busy for me. I would get anxious, and that would stress me out. If I get too stressed out? I have to shut down for a while. It is called an Autistic Cycle. I can literally forget everything for a while till my brain ‘reboots’. Emotional stress does this to me. School to me was like having someone in the background drag their nails down a chalkboard. This sound would be far away at first, but by the end of the day? Right next to me. Yet I like to think I am still go to my old school, because not going to my old school? Makes me different. I hate being different.
Most of all, the one thing I think you should know about me is this. I am me. I am an individual. Everyone is different…so my father keeps telling me…and as much as I hate being different? I am, I know I am. And I don’t like this about myself. I just want people to treat me like they treat everyone else. Yes, I may not behave as you expect me to behave. My emotions are hard for me to translate. Be patient, as you would with anyone else. I am working on adapting to societies expectations of me. I try, hard as it is, I try. But, could you for once, maybe adapt to my expectations? Give me the space I need to become the individual I was meant to be? Give me time to figure out this strange emotionally charged world you live in? This is a strange world for me, and I work at adapting to it everyday. My parents tells me I am on a spectrum, that there isn’t a ‘one size fits all’ with autism. That there are many on this spectrum, and each of us are an individual. And should be treated as such.