cherryq
Well-Known Member
I have been doing a lot of thinking about my childhood, etc., and realized that a lot of the reason my parents never noticed the struggles I was having was because I never actually told them I was having problems.
Despite now having an ASD dx, they do not believe most of what I go through because I couldn't express my struggles as a kid/teen/young adult. They don't see my problems with planning, switching tasks, etc., because they thought I was purposefully being slow as a kid or just not wanting to do something. They don't see my problem following lots of verbal instructions because as a kid, they thought I was purposefully disobeying them when I legitimately forgot 3/4s or so of the things I was supposed to do. (No, writing sentences over and over saying "I will listen and obey Mommy and Daddy" didn't help...)
I still have problems expressing my emotions, thoughts, and things that give me a hard time. My gf does her best to understand and can read me a little better than most people because we've had long conversations in both text and speech about what life is like for me and things I may need to do differently to make it easier (like lists, or making sure I'm paying full attention before asking me to do something). I want to explain to my parents that I do indeed have issues, but I don't know how to do that because they think of me as a child as being such a good kid with no issues when in reality, that wasn't the case.
How can I express my thoughts and feelings in a way that other people understand? I'm going to be in an office environment soon and imagine I'll have to explain things to people from time-to-time about what I need, such as additional time in a conversation to write down key points or tasks that need to be accomplished. I'd also like to find a way to tell my parents what life was like as a kid (considered writing this out in letter format to them but not sure if they'd see that as impersonal).
P.S. Sorry for such a long post. I've had a lot on my mind lately about this and apparently I had many more thoughts on the matter than I realized. Another problem when I express my thoughts...I sometimes go on for too long...
- I was an only child for the most part, so me playing by myself wasn't unusual. (My sister got to visit every other weekend and a couple weeks in the summer until I was 7, and then she moved in with us but was a teenager who had high school friends and so I was still kind of like an only child, even then.) What they didn't know is that I also played alone at school, except for a few instances where I'd play with one or two kids at a time. I also didn't understand why my sister wasn't interested in the same things that I was (though now I have a better understanding since we are 7 years apart...things I wanted to do were much to young for her, and vice versa).
- They knew I was "shy" and so it never occurred to them that I may actually be unable to talk when anxious, overwhelmed, or in unfamiliar places. I also never specifically told them I was anxious or overwhelmed. I would just get quiet and they would assume it was because I was "well behaved" and "mature for my age" when I would get so quiet in public.
- They knew I didn't like getting my hands dirty, showers, fireworks, or new foods, but they never asked me why and if they had, I'm not sure I could have expressed the sensory issues in a way they would understand. I know these things impacted me a lot as a kid, but until recently, I never knew that everyone didn't find aversions to slimy foods, very crunchy foods, loud sirens and fireworks, or water. It has only been since realizing this that I've recongized I have sensory issues; I just thought my feelings of pain and fear when encountering these things were normal.
- They would ask me if I was bullied at school, but I'd tell them no because 1) I thought bullying was getting beat up, and I wasn't, and 2) I thought if I told them kids were picking on me a lot that would make me a tattle-tale and I thought that wasn't allowed. It was only on rare occasions that I could tell them about the mean things kids would say to me, and that was if they hurt me very deeply.
Despite now having an ASD dx, they do not believe most of what I go through because I couldn't express my struggles as a kid/teen/young adult. They don't see my problems with planning, switching tasks, etc., because they thought I was purposefully being slow as a kid or just not wanting to do something. They don't see my problem following lots of verbal instructions because as a kid, they thought I was purposefully disobeying them when I legitimately forgot 3/4s or so of the things I was supposed to do. (No, writing sentences over and over saying "I will listen and obey Mommy and Daddy" didn't help...)
I still have problems expressing my emotions, thoughts, and things that give me a hard time. My gf does her best to understand and can read me a little better than most people because we've had long conversations in both text and speech about what life is like for me and things I may need to do differently to make it easier (like lists, or making sure I'm paying full attention before asking me to do something). I want to explain to my parents that I do indeed have issues, but I don't know how to do that because they think of me as a child as being such a good kid with no issues when in reality, that wasn't the case.
How can I express my thoughts and feelings in a way that other people understand? I'm going to be in an office environment soon and imagine I'll have to explain things to people from time-to-time about what I need, such as additional time in a conversation to write down key points or tasks that need to be accomplished. I'd also like to find a way to tell my parents what life was like as a kid (considered writing this out in letter format to them but not sure if they'd see that as impersonal).
P.S. Sorry for such a long post. I've had a lot on my mind lately about this and apparently I had many more thoughts on the matter than I realized. Another problem when I express my thoughts...I sometimes go on for too long...