I finally summoned the courage to read a book that I had avoided for a few years. Look Me in the Eye My Life With Asperger’s
by John Elder Robison has been one of those books that has haunted me
for some time. One of those things I knew I should read but I did not
want to know what his life was like because what I was living through my
son was bad enough…did I really want to know what it was like from
childhood to adulthood. Hiding was easier than facing the unknown.
Before
I go further, I want to say that I had not talked about my son’s
Asperger’s Syndrome openly until I started graduate school. And then,
my motivation was because I wanted future educators to know what I had
seen as a parent and as an educator in the classroom setting with regard
to my son. I wanted them to know what they could do to make things
better and what my son and I had experienced that had been
heartbreaking, but also the things that had been wonderful.
During
the last 10 years, I have been told by countless professionals,
teachers, and parents of my children’s friends that my son prefers to play alone. And I bought into it up until recently.
John Elder Robison wrote in his book:
"Many
descriptions of autism and Asperger's describe people like me as 'not
wanting contact with others' or 'preferring to play alone.' I can't
speak for other kids, but I'd like to be very clear about my own
feelings: I did not ever want to be alone. And all
those child psychologists who said 'John prefers to play by himself'
were dead wrong. I played by myself because I was a failure at playing
with others. I was alone as a result of my own limitations, and being
alone was one of the bitterest disappointments of my young life. The
sting of those failures followed me long into adulthood, even after I
learned about Asperger's."
After reading that passage, I
was filled with many strong feelings and my mind whirled. I first ached
for John Elder as I recalled passages in the book about his failed
attempts at play and I ached for my son because so many of the stories
John Elder told were eerily similar to my son’s experiences. The words
“I did not ever want to be alone”
resonated within me from the time I read them and continue to do so to
this very moment. I cannot even begin to count how many time I was told
that my son preferred to play alone and that statement was used to make
me feel better. People would ask me how he felt about not having
friends to play with and if he seemed bothered. Even professionals
would ask. Did they forget that part of Asperger’s Syndrome is an
inability to demonstrate inborn social skills,to not be able to start or
maintain a social conversation, and appear to lack empathy and thus
they would not be able to show or tell what their true feeling were
regarding not having playmates.
I have come to the conclusion that the preferring to play alone bit
was designed to pacify the parents of children with Asperger’s Syndrome
and to absolve guilt and responsibility for those adults and children
who are impacted by a child and family affected by Asperger’s Syndrome.
By creating that “characteristic” those who functions as normals do not
have to be inconvenienced by accommodating a social handicap. Children
with Asperger’s Syndrome have very limited scopes of interests and
rigid rules for how they think things should be done in play. After
all, we teach our children to take turns, practice a bit of give and
take, to meet in the middle. The issue with Asperger’s syndrome is that
the child can’t. At least not without extreme (and I mean
years of therapy) effort. Expecting a child with Asperger’s Syndrome
to simply do it because we say it is the right thing to do is equivalent
to expecting a person in a wheelchair to get up and walk because we are
in a hurry. Normal children are far more capable of learning how to
go past the mid-point to accommodate the handicap than the Aspergian
child is able to get to the middle. So, after a year, two years or
more, the child with Asperger’s Syndrome simply stops trying because
salvaging their feelings (even though they do not demonstrate them, it
does not mean that they do not have them) becomes the only way they know
how to cope and playing alone is better than being ridiculed.
Oddly
enough, the therapeutic world has created social skills groups for
children with Asperger’s syndrome to learn to improve their social
skills and function better in a normal society. I have never had my son
participate in any of these groups so I truly cannot speak about their
success or failure. But, the reason I have not participated in them is
because I could not see the wisdom of having my son with Asperger’s
Syndrome participate in a social skills group that consisted of only
those who had social skills needs with the goal of learning how to
function in a normal society. It seemed to me that if I wanted him to l
lean social skills to function in a normal society the place to learn
them was in a normal society, so we immersed him in various activities
and, of course, there was school.
If you ask me, the
people who need the social skills groups are the normal individuals so
that they can learn how to function with people with a social handicap.
My
silence about my son’s Asperger’s syndrome was because I thought I
could fix it and there would not be any reason to ever have to speak. I
have had to admit that I cannot fix it. And now I know I have to speak
because there are children who cannot speak for themselves and parents
who, like me, are afraid, hurting and confused. Sadly, there are also
parents who do not know that their children have Asperger Syndrome
because it is difficult to diagnose. Many children are mis-diagnosed
with ADHD, obsessive compulsive disorder, severe behavior disorder, or
any of another number of disorders. And those who know me well know
that I am NOT afraid to speak. I will speak for those who have not
acquired their voice yet. I hope to bring awareness to the fact that we
may be expecting too much from these children and not enough from
ourselves.
I can’t change other people. But I can change me. What I can do is try to educate and inform through my words and my example.