{"id":1945,"date":"2011-04-02T08:37:26","date_gmt":"2011-04-02T12:37:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/?p=1945"},"modified":"2019-01-05T16:20:03","modified_gmt":"2019-01-05T21:20:03","slug":"autism-helps-me-get-over-myself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2011\/04\/autism-helps-me-get-over-myself\/","title":{"rendered":"Autism helps me get over myself"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sometimes we think autism is the worst thing a parent could deal with, right up there with life-threatening illness.\u00a0 Those of us who have years of experiencing a child’s unpredictable outbursts and scary aggression, sleepless nights and seizures, bolting or numb, withdrawn behavior — we hate what can accompany autism for real reasons.<\/p>\n

Or is that put too simplistically?\u00a0 Are we hating autism, or is it important to tease that emotion apart?<\/p>\n

I am a believer in psychotherapy, in looking as deeply and honestly into difficult emotions as possible, because I have learned firsthand that facing that stuff, understanding your uglies, is paradoxically the way into happiness. \u00a0 Looking it in the eye and saying, ultimately, “Yeah, that’s me,” is the first step towards changing that.\u00a0 I have found that acceptance leads to change.\u00a0 Something shifts for you inside, and then outside.<\/p>\n

I realized recently that I have made it a personal goal to learn to embrace all<\/em> that is me, and softly try to change the things that make me suffer.\u00a0 Understand that this is not a narcissistic, self-centered, contemplation of the navel kind of impulse; this is about change and progress that emanates outward and affects others positively, too.\u00a0 Shifting my focus from externals that bother me, to understanding my own response, ultimately eases that pain.\u00a0 And then things start to change around me.<\/p>\n

I’ve written a great deal about that moment on the couch with Nat, nearly 10 years ago, when he was 12 — his horrible fake laughter driving me crazy, wringing me out, and then, what that turned into:\u00a0 a spark, a shared laugh, a real bond.\u00a0 And why?\u00a0 Because I dove into it, rather than trying to stop it.<\/p>\n

Who wants to dive into shit?\u00a0 None of us.\u00a0 I’m remembering when I interviewed Donnie<\/a>, the first manager of Nat’s group home, the reason we decided it was okay to let him go there.\u00a0 Donnie is just a guy, bright and happy, doing his job — and yet a hero.\u00a0 Donnie said something like this to me, “How many of us start our day thinking, ‘wow, I can’t wait to get in there and start cleaning up poop accidents’… but it’s times like seeing the guys make it to the Special Olympics State Games that made it all worth it.”<\/p>\n

There’s something about dropping the barrier that’s keeping you from the ugliness.\u00a0 Letting go of that is ultimately life-changing.\u00a0 Life change can be big, like going to the State Games, or it can be tiny, like a moment on your couch when you stopped feeling sad and mad about your kid.\u00a0 I bet that if you think about it, you will see that a lot of your happiest moments occurred when you least expected them and in fact at times you were dreading something.<\/p>\n

I was riding into work on the T and I ran into a colleague I only know from here and there in the English Department.\u00a0 I always try not to run into people I know on the train because there is something about having a conversation in front of silent strangers that I find really awkward.\u00a0 But, there he was, and I settled into a chat, that brittle first-time getting-to-know-you conversation I just dread.<\/p>\n

Eventually the conversation turned to a recommendation for a CPAP pillow<\/a> to help with my sleep, what else do we do, and I mentioned that I have written several books.\u00a0 So, of course, what are they about, and there we are, talking about autism.\u00a0 I don’t want to talk about Nat, my feelings, my discoveries, my heart’s most important thoughts to someone I don’t know who I’m going to see almost daily.\u00a0 I’d rather choose my mode — writing or giving talks.\u00a0 But okay, there’s something about this guy’s eyes that are kind, a kind of ease in standing next to him, that makes me feel like I can share Nat with him.<\/p>\n

I found myself telling him about Nat’s jobs.\u00a0 Because I’m so accustomed to having people react with unwanted sympathy, I braced myself but went ahead nevertheless.\u00a0 I really do believe that the General Public need to know about Nat, and get pushed out of their comfort zone the way I have been by him and autism.\u00a0 But in doing so, I have to push myself out of my own comfort zone and take risks like this.<\/p>\n

“Well, Nat delivers messages within his school, and he serves lunch, and he fills snack orders from other classrooms,” I began.\u00a0 “He also delivers coupons at Papa Gino’s, in the neighborhoods there.”\u00a0 I was reluctant to talk about how he makes boxes at Papa Gino’s, because that one sounds the most like the sheltered workshop kind of job, the one I dreaded most for Nat when he was younger.\u00a0 Assembly of things:\u00a0 right up there with janitorial tasks; not the kind of job I once envisioned for my firstborn, grandson of Harvard graduates, teachers, professors, son of a mathematician, yada blah blah. But, fuck it, stop being such a snob, Susan.\u00a0 Look at it in the face.\u00a0 Say it, thinking about Nat, bouncing around, saying, “You make boxes PaGinos!”<\/p>\n

And so I did:\u00a0 “Nat also makes boxes at Papa Gino’s.”\u00a0 I paused.\u00a0 “I know, you’re probably getting a little depressed at this point, thinking of a 21-year-old whose favorite job is making pizza boxes.”<\/p>\n

“No, actually,” my colleague said, “My first job was delivering pizza, and my favorite part of the job was when there was nothing else to deliver, so we had to make boxes.\u00a0 I found it really comforting.”<\/p>\n

It felt like a pile of mud had slid right off of me.\u00a0 Suddenly I was clean, I could breathe.\u00a0 I knew then that it was going to be a really good day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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