Thursday, 26 October 2017

I'm Tired Of Normal

I’m tired of normal.

I’m tired of ‘normal’ being held up as the Gold Standard for autistics to achieve, as though our lives have no worth unless we do.

I’m tired of people implying that normal is ‘better’ or even ‘perfect’, when even a cursory look at NTs reveals that they are far from perfect.

I’m tired of people claiming that our lives would be better, or easier, if we were ‘normal’, or could at least present a fa├žade of it, when what they really mean is that THEIR lives would be easier.

I’m tired of the idea that if we’re not normal, we’re a ‘burden’ on our parents, a ‘drain’ on society, an epidemic or disease, brain-damaged, or just someone to pity.

I’m tired of the idea that there are all these things that must be ‘fixed’ in us.

I’m tired of the insistence on a degree of ‘normal’ for autistics that is not demanded of others, with NTs allowed all sorts of quirks, variations, and ‘hobbies’, but our ways get defined as Bad Things.

I’m tired of the insistence of so many, that we must be repressed the hell into absolute conformity to this mythical ‘normality’, that this is somehow ‘better for us’. No matter what the personal cost.

I’m tired of autistic children being subjected to ‘treatments’ and ‘therapies’ that are either fruitless, ridiculous, demeaning, abusive or even outright dangerous, in order to ‘cure’ them of being ‘not normal’.
I’m tired of autistics being bashed over the head with normal, of us feeling that we have to punish ourselves any time we’re not ‘normal’, or others doing it for us, instead of supporting us to accept our differences, and embrace both our strengths and our limitations.

I’m tired of autistics being crucified to fit into normal.

I’m tired of being ruled by this Tyrant called Normal.

I’m so, so tired of normal.

Let’s get rid of Normal.

Let’s throw off the shackles of this tyrant.

Let’s stand up for our right to be our true, authentic autistic selves, in all our wonderful, eccentric glory.

Let’s insist on an end to coercive, useless, cruel and demeaning ‘treatments’ and ‘therapies’ that try to normalise us.

Let’s demand that The Powers That Be actually LISTEN to authentic autistic voices, and incorporate our viewpoints in EVERYTHING to do with us. NOTHING ABOUT US WITHOUT US.

Let’s demand an end to all biased research, which pathologises our natural reactions and ways of being.

Let’s demand of the media that they stop with the inspiration porn and the pity party news items, already.

Let’s promote autistic pride, for all autistics, of whatever age or whatever ‘functioning’ level, and while we’re at it, let’s insist on the scrapping of the whole concept of ‘functioning levels’.

Let’s insist on the use of only those programs and approaches to autism that actually HELP us, not just try to force us into the ‘normal’ straitjacket.

Let’s insist on being our own ‘normal’, as WE define it.

Let’s do whatever we need to do, whenever and wherever we need to do it, in order to end the tyranny of normal.

Let’s do it, because we deserve it.

Monday, 9 October 2017

Autistics And Self-Loathing

 Something that’s not really talked about much, apart from the occasional rant, is the self-loathing many autistics feel. I’ve experienced episodes of it myself, and have sometimes seen it in others. We can be tripped up by it, cast into shame, self-hatred and low self-esteem, no matter how much we might believe in autistic pride and all the rest of it. And of course, those who haven’t been exposed to that, are likely even more prone to it.

I want to examine the likely sources of this self-loathing. They seem to me to fall into three categories.

1) The world’s view of us. 

The public picture of autism is an ugly one. The ugliness is there in almost every news item about autism, where announcers talk about our very existence with solemn frowns, discuss worriedly how our numbers are increasing, and then smile perkily when talking about a ‘possible cure’, or gush over yet another piece of inspiration porn.

It’s in how the most frequently projected image is that of young, non-oral-speaking and almost feral boys, who spend their time having constant meltdowns. And who will never progress beyond that, it is implied or even stated outright, without a ton of ‘therapy’. 

It’s also in the next most common image of us, as Asperger’s type teenage boys with fantastic computer skills but zero social skills, with no empathy or emotions, and who border on psychopaths – think of those news items claiming this or that mass shooter was Asperger’s.

It’s in the frequent news items about possible causes of autism, each one seeming more wild and ludicrous than the previous. Not to mention the even more wild and ludicrous potential ‘cures’ for it. As though we are so terrible, anything at all must be considered to ‘fix’ us. Even things that would be considered abusive done to anyone else.

It’s in the almost always negative language used about us. Words like disease, epidemic, brain damaged, disorder, puzzle, problem, burden, cure, treatment, therapy - the list goes on and on – and in all the solemn pronouncements of ‘experts’ and pundits on What To Do About Us. 

The underlying message we hear? “The world hates us, and wants to be rid of us.”

2) People’s treatment of us.

The way people treat us on an individual basis is often ugly too. As children, we can be dragged from one doctor to another, one ‘expert’ to another, put through all sorts of tests, and subject to all sorts of ‘therapies’ and ‘treatments’, designed to make us at least pass for normal, whether we have a formal diagnosis or not. 

Or schools single us out for various behaviour ‘corrections’, or demeaning segregation from others, or we get bullied by other students, and left unprotected or even picked on by teachers. We flounder without help, or get the wrong sort of help that actually makes things worse.

As adults, we suffer frequent criticism, hostility, derision, ridicule, ostracism and rejection. We are bullied at work, in the street or even in our own homes. We’re put down, insulted, pushed around, laughed at, or even beaten up. Our supposed loved ones or even paid caregivers can manipulate us, exploit us, and sometimes abuse us also. This abuse can be physical, sexual, verbal and emotional.

Even in what seem like ‘good’ relationships, we can be subject to a severe lack of understanding, emotional expectations we fail to reach because we don’t even know they exist, silent demands we can’t figure out let alone fulfil, and criticism of our ‘bad’ behaviour.

The underlying message we hear? “They hate me for being autistic/weird/different”.

3) Our own experiences

There are two parts to this. 

       a) The first is when we make a mess of things in front of other people. If you’re autistic, you know what I’m talking about here. The all-too-public meltdowns, or the embarrassing shutdowns at totally the wrong moments. The times we literally fall flat on our faces or break something important. The times we turn up late, or disorganised, or in a total fluster. The times we inadvertently hurt someone we actually care about. The times we get worked up about something, and are told we’re ‘over-reacting’, or ‘making a fuss about nothing’, and ‘need to get a grip’ on ourselves. The social blunders and the awful silence that follows them, the blurts and the clamming up, the muddles and the messes, the times we just end up feeling like a total idiot.

       b) The second part is more private, but perhaps even more potent. It’s the times we come home from struggling through a day at work or school, keeping up face till we get home and can basically crawl into our holes to recover, till we have to get up and do the same thing all over again. The times we get invited to some social event, and know that we just can’t do it, and the resulting feelings of inadequacy. The seeing anyone else do anything we’d love to be able to do, but just can’t. 

It’s the crying all night, or rocking till the wee small hours. The mess our homes get into, even if no-one else sees them, and the realising that we don’t have the slightest idea how to clean them up. Or the moments we realise we’ve stayed up till three a.m. AGAIN, and we have to go to work or school tomorrow. Or our sleeping in, and then being embarrassed because someone might come to the door while we’re still in our pyjamas at midday. Even if no-one does.

Then there’s the moments of overwhelming empathy, where we want to cry for the whole world and the mess it’s in, and then feel stupid for ‘feeling so much’. Or how stupid we feel when we realise the significance of something said to us maybe years ago, or how we were fooled by someone or something way back when. It’s also the times we go off on our own mental ‘trip’ of one kind or another, getting all worked up, only to hear or see something that makes us realise we’ve got it all wrong, and makes us feel like fools. Even if no-one knows we did.

Or the self-flagellation and feelings of shame about even feeling shame, because we’re supposed to be able to ‘pull ourselves together’ – a sort of double whammy. 

The underlying message we give ourselves? “I’m so stupid/weak/useless/pathetic/not good enough.” Or something similar.

All of these can become sticks to beat ourselves with. And no matter how much we believe in autistic rights, autistic pride, and taking an ‘autism-positive’ stance, this self-loathing can still creep up on us and whack us from behind, when we least expect it.

Now, I don’t have any magic cure for any of this. But I do know that, far from being a reason to stop advocating for change, it actually makes that change even more imperative. We need to change the public perception of autism, change the way autistics are treated, and create an atmosphere of support and understanding for ALL autistics - whatever their age, whatever their so-called ‘functioning’, whatever their needs, ambitions, etc. 

Because only then, do we have a chance at being freed from this, and attaining a permanent state of self-respect.

(Note: updated 15/10/2017, to include the last two sentences in the paragraph that begins "Then there’s the moments of overwhelming empathy...")