Me, Myself , l & Him!

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Me, Myself, I & Him!

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“The key to growth is the introduction of higher dimensions of consciousness into our awareness”
Lao Tzu.

When l was first diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome l was admittedly somewhat clueless as to what that really meant. My knowledge on autism was restricted to the 1988 film starring Dustin Hoffman and Tom Cruise as the Babbitt brothers! Sure, l had heard snippets about the topic over the years, but had never any real cause to concentrate upon it.

But let’s be honest, that is how most things are with people, not just awareness of autism used as the example here, but equally as fitting we can see mental health, politics, cancer, sex drugs and rock and roll or sausage rolls if you prefer. The point is – if it doesn’t affect us, why do we need to know?’

As we age of course, our motivations change directions – we become more ‘globally aware’ of issues that concern not just us, or the peoples of the world, but planet earth as a whole. We adapt to learning on the curve known as life and like a good red wine, as we age we mature and we become wiser. [Or we at least should]

From as far back as l could remember l had been quirksome, but also so too had my entire family life – my Father was in my eyes not quite right, my Mother neurotic and my Sister somewhat aloof, as a family we made perfectly dysfunctional look normal! Our lives were erratic, and troublesome, and stressful and mind blowingly irksome! Back then growing up as we all were together, there was no talk of autism – which although that was the main ingredient to our specific formula – it was just exercising the chaos theory day in and day out – getting through from dawn to dusk in one piece was everyone’s prime motivation.

The only awareness any of us had was survival – we knew that we all lived in a dog eat dog style of life and the fittest won the day whilst the weakest trembled behind closed doors. Back then, the only true awareness l knew of was that my odd ball Father was a violent man who had his own demons running loose within his head.

Autism which was inside us both ,was not an awareness, nor was it an acceptance it was literally an invisible entity that invaded vast areas of cranial territory daily and made the resident hostile to the environment, its people and its functioning. In those days atypical to Highlander ‘There could be only one!” My Father took the unknowing road of being the households’ main Autistic presence, whilst l on the other hand took the role of the subservient alongside my Mother and Sister.

Would awareness of autism have made any difference what so ever to us as a family has long been a question over recent years that l have asked. If we had known of ‘his’ autism, could that of helped him back then with everything going on at the time? Could a childhood diagnosis of my own made things less aggressive on the home front?

Years on and sadly l can say that for my Father, no amount of awareness knowledge would have made the slightest bit of difference for him. But also, l can say that now l am ‘aware’ and have accepted autism freely into my life, l am glad that l was not diagnosed all those years ago – not for any denial aspect – no. My thought pattern lies in the one truism that stood back then which was survival. Knowledge of autism in his life then would only have served to further fuel his already atomic aggressions and anger and the hostility that he displayed to his family in his desperations to purge their flaws from his eyes would have meant that mere survival for the weakest could have become impossible.

Knowing what l know now, as it was growing up with a narcisstic autistic Father was hard enough l became the target for all of his own torment – and my imperfections needed to be eradicated from the family way of life. Taunts and jibes were a daily routine with him, my sexuality due to my extreme shyness was a cause for great amusement – not accepting that l was just nervous around girls, no, he was never content with that – l had to be a homosexual – it was that simple and that was unacceptable. In my feeble attempts to fit into my peer group dying my hair and adorning my ear with a stud enraged him and his dark beliefs further.

If not that then my odd behaviour was the results of a raging addiction to drugs and alcohol and if NOT that, then there could only be two other possibilities – l was either not his son, or l was retarded.

Growing up in a household without awareness was hard enough, growing up in a household back then with awareness l think personally would have been much harder.

I am 56 this month and l have had my own diagnosis now since 2008 and l am all for promoting the importance of not just awareness but more importantly acceptance and not just from those off the spectrum but equally from those on the spectrum.

My father when alive never once accepted the possibility that he could be on the spectrum and that just to mention it was qualifiable to be ignored for several months at a time. To suggest it meant in his eyes that you were basically saying he was flawed or broken and damaged, but above everything you were implying that he wasn’t normal. When challenged to define normal his answer was always the same “Well look at yourself in the mirror and you will know that you are not normal – so verything opposite to you!” When challenged again that you cannot see simply by looking at a person anything invisible in them, he would simply answer – “The cleverer ones of us can!” he had an answer for seemingly everything. My father was in his eyes a God, and without fault.

I accepted autism into my life finally about three years after my diagnosis, l had to dissect me first to fully understand who l was. Many people say they are proud to be autistic or proud to be an Aspergian – l don’t say that, l am neither proud or ashamed of being on the spectrum, that is just part of my identity – but lam proud to be me. I am proud that l can be the person that l was born to be. That is something to be proud of.

But how about you, how aware are you – autistically?

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19 thoughts on “Me, Myself , l & Him!

  1. We all have faults and imperfections. We look at and criticise others easier than we criticise ourselves. Life is a balance between what we can and what we can’t do and improving both. We can easily get distracted by other people’s negativity towards us. It sounds like a cliche but positive thinking and attitude to life really works.

    1. Yes you are right my friend. I have a relatively good vibe as far as positivity goes. This is not saying that at times l am not down, but l have found that by endeavouring to keep positive, life is considerably easier.

      Thanks for commenting, hope you are well.

  2. My partner first twigged about autism with our son. Her nephew had Aspergers. I must admit I just nodded wisely and then looked it up on the internet. We still have never had any training and apart from the occasional crap pamphlet have to get info from the search engines.

  3. Hey I see you’re only a few years younger than I. I had lots of medical problems growing up, but not like yours. I can understand a bit of what you’re going through.

    1. Got you 🙂

      the very nature of autism, is it is a generation thing, it sits in most people sometimes dormant and sometimes triggered into action. Everyone has it, despite public outcry protesting this, science has already verified this time and time again. It is always down to percentages – how strong the percentage is from from gene to the next.

      I have it, my father most assuredly had it, his father too, his brother both my father’s brother and a brother to the grandfather had it.

      My uncle has two daughters, both have it.

      Suze who is divorced from her first husband has two children, her son is on the spectrum, undiagnosed, he has two children, one has aspergers. Their mother is dyslexic which dyslexia is not on the spectrum, but both of her children have that. suze’s daughter doesn’t have it, but two of her children do, she is married to a man who sits on the spectrum but also has dyslexia. diagnosed dyslexic and suspected Aspie.

      It is everywhere – it is as said very family orientated.

      Of course society doesn’t want to hear that everyone has it, they would simply prefer to think that it is in the minority when the reality is – it’s the majority 🙂

  4. So true. I suspect in the past people didn’t recognise it, then they decided to ignore it. Must admit I scored highly on many of the tests son had to go through. Maybe, probably it’s from me.

    I remember talking to a Clinical Psychologist who said that many of her colleagues don’t agree but she said everyone is on the spectrum it’s just about where society officially start the spectrum.

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