An0maly_1976
This is not the end, this is not the beginning...
Ooooookaaaaay...
As anyone here knows, living with these conditions is hard enough when you have a support group -- family and / or friends who understand you and have the patience to process your idiosyncracies. Unfortunately, I am generally surrounded by ignorant and intolerant individuals who utter the typical trite ableist phrases such as "we're all a little like that" or "you can do it, I know you can", for starters. That might be construed as positive reinforcement through encouragement, but not in the manner it is being presented to me. I've just found that I'm better left to do things at my own pace, my own way.
I have recently found posts by known Aspies that allude to ongoing issues with basic self-care and home environment (putting things in their place, hygiene), etc., that fit me perfectly. And for awhile now, I have been in a tug-of-war, shouting match, etc., about exactly that. It's not that I don't care, or that I want to be slovenly, or live in a pigsty, I just don't see when certain things are out of place. I also don't notice anything needs to be cleaned unless it's obvious. To complicate things, I have serious asthma and allergies that make cleaning a challenge, as most cleaning products stir my asthma up to potentially being fatal. Not to mention anything that requires a good amount of scrubbing is pretty hard on me also – I have problems just taking a bag of garbage out to the curb can for pickup.
My folks (living with one of them) in particular have more or less adopted the position that I should have no problems with basic self-care and household chores, etc., even with Asperger's. My father in particular shoots down everything I say and finds fault with everything I do or don't do, and it's all the more frustrating now that I know I am doing the best I can. I don't think he really believes I have any real problem, and I doubt he will believe either diagnosis (COPD or ASD/Asperger's) if/when it is made official.
I honestly don't notice when most things need to be cleaned, and if someone says something about it, no sooner do I say, “Yeah, I'll get to it in a minute”, it goes right back out of mind, which of course, infuriates them, as they take it as being ignored. The irony here is that my inability to readily recognize minor to moderate cleaning is needed, somehow takes precedence over the house beginning to have serious structural issues due to foundation problems and pet damage.
Just tonight, my mother dared to insinuate that I want consideration without giving it, claiming that she said she thought I had autism (I don't remember this EVER), saying that she is sorry she failed me, while saying I should imagine what it is like 'trying to raise such a child'. Hypocrite much? Imagine having everyone expect normalcy from someone with ASD, especially sudden normalcy after living with it for 40 years, with little if any change... For what it's worth, I suspect ASD on her side of the family, she, her brother and her father all showed signs of it when I think about it. Even my father seems to have some characteristics.
First off, I don't think she failed me then, given that I was undiagnosed as a child, and still technically am. If anyone failed me, it was the dimwit doctors I was taken to. But I do feel she is failing me in the present by pushing ablelist BS on me instead of understanding that certain things just don't register or stick with me is not helping in the least. Am I wrong for feeling this way?
One of my other family members, while supportive and sympathetic of my situation, seems to act like I just want to act helpless and unable to do anything, which is not true. I want to work. I want my life back. But I can't have it. I can't do everything I want to do – not really. If I can do it, I don't do it particularly well, and if I can, I take way longer than most people. Hence, some just continually find fault with everything I do or don't do. And they wonder why it seems I don't want to try? Which isn't true, I just can't keep my mind on most things for very long.
Examples... At one time I wrote and recorded original songs. The one I feel is my best song has an outro solo for around two minutes or so. Looking back and thinking about other music I've heard (I love a great many genres), any musician worth their salt would lay the same solo down in five takes or less, maybe even the first. It took me forty-three. And it was mainly due to motor skill issues, as in my fingers were randomly doing something other than what I wanted to do. I could hear the notes I wanted to play, I could see where my fingers needed to go to produce them. But invariably, they would randomly fall somewhere else.
And it wasn't an isolated incident on a particularly difficult undertaking -- I spent over 70 hours on the track alone for another song. I have trouble even typing on the computer, prompting mild-to-moderately angry Tourette's-like outbursts after making the same mistake seven times straight. Minus the outbursts, I had the same issue in high school typing classes. I also have trouble with fumbling my keys, opening / closing doors, dropping my cell phone way more than most, etc.
And speaking of typing, another example – for a time I ran my own taxi service. Events that actually happened to me and other cabbies (we often sat around talking shop and trading war stories) inspired me to write a murder mystery novel. If memory serves, it would have been a three-hundred-thirty-page paperback, a rather lengthy project, but I think a neurotypical writer could have written it in around a year or two. It took me somewhere between six and eight years – I forget exactly when I started it.
Maybe ableism isn't really the right word here, but it seems like it, as I've said elsewhere that expecting too much from someone with ASD is just as bad, if not worse than presuming them helpless. Has anyone else found themselves being counterproductively gaslit like this from people they need as a support group?
As anyone here knows, living with these conditions is hard enough when you have a support group -- family and / or friends who understand you and have the patience to process your idiosyncracies. Unfortunately, I am generally surrounded by ignorant and intolerant individuals who utter the typical trite ableist phrases such as "we're all a little like that" or "you can do it, I know you can", for starters. That might be construed as positive reinforcement through encouragement, but not in the manner it is being presented to me. I've just found that I'm better left to do things at my own pace, my own way.
I have recently found posts by known Aspies that allude to ongoing issues with basic self-care and home environment (putting things in their place, hygiene), etc., that fit me perfectly. And for awhile now, I have been in a tug-of-war, shouting match, etc., about exactly that. It's not that I don't care, or that I want to be slovenly, or live in a pigsty, I just don't see when certain things are out of place. I also don't notice anything needs to be cleaned unless it's obvious. To complicate things, I have serious asthma and allergies that make cleaning a challenge, as most cleaning products stir my asthma up to potentially being fatal. Not to mention anything that requires a good amount of scrubbing is pretty hard on me also – I have problems just taking a bag of garbage out to the curb can for pickup.
My folks (living with one of them) in particular have more or less adopted the position that I should have no problems with basic self-care and household chores, etc., even with Asperger's. My father in particular shoots down everything I say and finds fault with everything I do or don't do, and it's all the more frustrating now that I know I am doing the best I can. I don't think he really believes I have any real problem, and I doubt he will believe either diagnosis (COPD or ASD/Asperger's) if/when it is made official.
I honestly don't notice when most things need to be cleaned, and if someone says something about it, no sooner do I say, “Yeah, I'll get to it in a minute”, it goes right back out of mind, which of course, infuriates them, as they take it as being ignored. The irony here is that my inability to readily recognize minor to moderate cleaning is needed, somehow takes precedence over the house beginning to have serious structural issues due to foundation problems and pet damage.
Just tonight, my mother dared to insinuate that I want consideration without giving it, claiming that she said she thought I had autism (I don't remember this EVER), saying that she is sorry she failed me, while saying I should imagine what it is like 'trying to raise such a child'. Hypocrite much? Imagine having everyone expect normalcy from someone with ASD, especially sudden normalcy after living with it for 40 years, with little if any change... For what it's worth, I suspect ASD on her side of the family, she, her brother and her father all showed signs of it when I think about it. Even my father seems to have some characteristics.
First off, I don't think she failed me then, given that I was undiagnosed as a child, and still technically am. If anyone failed me, it was the dimwit doctors I was taken to. But I do feel she is failing me in the present by pushing ablelist BS on me instead of understanding that certain things just don't register or stick with me is not helping in the least. Am I wrong for feeling this way?
One of my other family members, while supportive and sympathetic of my situation, seems to act like I just want to act helpless and unable to do anything, which is not true. I want to work. I want my life back. But I can't have it. I can't do everything I want to do – not really. If I can do it, I don't do it particularly well, and if I can, I take way longer than most people. Hence, some just continually find fault with everything I do or don't do. And they wonder why it seems I don't want to try? Which isn't true, I just can't keep my mind on most things for very long.
Examples... At one time I wrote and recorded original songs. The one I feel is my best song has an outro solo for around two minutes or so. Looking back and thinking about other music I've heard (I love a great many genres), any musician worth their salt would lay the same solo down in five takes or less, maybe even the first. It took me forty-three. And it was mainly due to motor skill issues, as in my fingers were randomly doing something other than what I wanted to do. I could hear the notes I wanted to play, I could see where my fingers needed to go to produce them. But invariably, they would randomly fall somewhere else.
And it wasn't an isolated incident on a particularly difficult undertaking -- I spent over 70 hours on the track alone for another song. I have trouble even typing on the computer, prompting mild-to-moderately angry Tourette's-like outbursts after making the same mistake seven times straight. Minus the outbursts, I had the same issue in high school typing classes. I also have trouble with fumbling my keys, opening / closing doors, dropping my cell phone way more than most, etc.
And speaking of typing, another example – for a time I ran my own taxi service. Events that actually happened to me and other cabbies (we often sat around talking shop and trading war stories) inspired me to write a murder mystery novel. If memory serves, it would have been a three-hundred-thirty-page paperback, a rather lengthy project, but I think a neurotypical writer could have written it in around a year or two. It took me somewhere between six and eight years – I forget exactly when I started it.
Maybe ableism isn't really the right word here, but it seems like it, as I've said elsewhere that expecting too much from someone with ASD is just as bad, if not worse than presuming them helpless. Has anyone else found themselves being counterproductively gaslit like this from people they need as a support group?
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