Grommet - You have explained so well the difficulties of many people on the spectrum. And, coincidentally, the difficulties of people like my profoundly deaf sister. I will help you anyway I can. Please don't ever hesitate to PM me about anything.
After my brother died, I began working with my 19-year-old autistic nephew to teach him some life skills. (His mother is autistic and has always infantilized him). I taught him how to get a glass of water, how to make a sandwich, how to tie his shoes, how to use my laptop and many other things. I tried to help him get his GED and had to teach myself algebra to do it, but he couldn't pass because he cannot speak or write voluntarily so he couldn't write an essay that was mandatory to pass the test. He aced everything except the essay part.
That experience led me to become a voluntary tutor for other young people on the spectrum who were trying to get a GED. I know I helped some of them and realize that some will never be able to achieve that. It used to break my heart to see how neglected some were. They needed so much help, and some appeared malnourished, so I always brought food for everyone for lunch.
That was life-changing for me.ut
An article was once link here about an autistic man in England who starved to death. He had food. A few months ago I showed an article about a man who died with more than $300,000 in his bank account but lived in messy poverty.
Please excuse the strong way I am going to put this but I hate “tough love”. It is awful. The worst thing I have been through. The idea being if you are cruel to someone, insult them, mock them for having trouble and leave them alone to solve it, out of necessity they will solve it for themselves. No. Autistic people just suffer, get very sick, lose teeth, are evicted, are conned out of their money, tricked into committing crimes, and sometimes die.
I wonder if the idea is we are being lazy and just asking someone else to do something for us so we do not have to do the work. Maybe that is what non-autistic people who do this are thinking. But we are telling the truth so it is like leaving a person alone in a forest miles from help, most will not make it out.
It also teaches us to stop talking about ourselves, to stop asking for help. We won’t be believed anyway or we will be made fun of. “What do you mean? How could you not know that?” Why would I say it, if it were not true? But they do not believe me, so I stopped saying anything. But with other autistic people they believe you. I have said before, the nicest thing a person can say to you is, “Okay.” You tell them about yourself and they say that. They do not interrogate you trying to make you admit the real truth, that you are lazy and do know or lying for attention because it is not possible you cannot do the thing you say you cannot.
I did not know how to take care of my teeth until I was in my early thirties, a dentist told me what to do. I am autistic so do exactly what I am told and I stopped getting cavities and having other problems. I mention this because I once had to go to a dental school to have five fillings replaced and other procedures. I was more afraid of the bus ride to the clinic. I was frozen, it had been years since I was trying to take a bus. It made no sense to me. Imagine a cork board with index cards explaining everything you need to know about something. Then imagine all those cards stacked on top of each other pinned to the board. You cannot separate them. All the information is there but all at once, the only way you can see it is everything at the exact same time. It is unreadable. The ride over I was in shock, hardly in my body.
But how could someone not know how to ride a bus? I did not. Other people cannot do laundry. They could if you explained it to them and gave them steps, suddenly they could. Telling them to “just do it” will mean they never will be they cannot figure it out and will be ashamed and wear dirty clothes then buy new ones. They are not making it up.
If autistic people could get the help we need, we could have jobs and even families. We could be parents. We could travel. We could have full lives. More smiling.
Being at the airport and having the airline employee tell you your seating assignment means nothing. It was words. I only know I have to be inside the plane. If I tell them I do not understand, they will do what everyone has always done and never made sense to me, never. They will repeat exactly what they said the first time. This makes no sense. So I give up or panic and go on the plane pretending, sweating, almost crying, terrified and miserable. Using the flow of passengers to show me where to go. It does not have to be that way.
“This is your seat assignment.”
“I do not understand.”
“Would you like someone to show you? I can have someone on the plane show you your seat.”
”Yes please.”
Fast, easy for everyone, problem solved. But people do not believe so we hide what we do not know, look scared and try to fake it until we are so stressed and unhappy we start living small lives that make us alone. It does not have to be this way. A little help. People getting government support like this, it must be amazing. Just a little help could solve so many of my problems. It took me years to figure out how to mail a package at the post office. I can discuss economic theory, interstitial boundaries in steel making, matter phase changes, pluralistic ignorance, geopolitical theory and why standing still means some animals can not see you.
I have Einstein’s birthday memorized. I know what sipes on tires are for. I know why being close to underwater reefs the water will be coldest because of thermoclines, that slow-thinking is why the bus driver does not remember opening the door to let me on but fast-thinking is how he will answer my questions. But the post office was a total blank space for me. How could I not know how to mail a package? Well, I didn’t. Just believe me.
That the Danish government is helping autistic people the way they need, means so much. I am very glad.