Tag: autism

  • Enter Rain Man

    Enter Rain Man

    I knew there was something different about my husband (Tony) on our first date. By the time the date was over, it was also clear that whatever it was that made him different, it had gone unacknowledged and without diagnosis for all of his 49 years. But I could also see that whatever it was that made him different had also given him a kind heart and an extraordinary amount of patience. These qualities, coupled with the fact that he has a bachelor’s degree (proving that he’s no dummy), led me to agree to a second date.

    People like Tony have most often gone down in history without any sort of acknowledgement. They have either been ignored or isolated so as not to cause embarrassment. Those with more severe symptoms were institutionalized and considered insane. In fact, it was the outward appearance of Tony’s disability that nearly caused me to end the relationship on several occasions before I finally agreed to marry him.

    I put up with, or ignored, most of Tony’s irregularities for several years into our marriage. Occasionally, I would even think about asking him to get a formal diagnosis, but he was just fine with himself the way he is, and I had fallen into a routine of putting up with it. That is, until we rented the movie, Rain Man.

    We talked about it a bit after the movie and came up with several shared characteristics, but Tony was reluctant to think of himself that way because the Rain Man (Raymond Babbit) had been institutionalized to keep others safe from his unexpected anti-social behaviors.  But Babbit was also a savant; he had an extraordinary memory. We might have even discussed it in the days and weeks following. I do know I thought about it. I asked Tony, “Do you think you might be Austistic, you know, like the Rain Man?”  We started talking about it and I said I thought Babbit was an extreme version of what I saw in Tony, but I had seen a whole lot of similarities.

    Tony agreed, and that was the end of it for him. From that point, I thought even more often  about trying to get him to agree to a formal diagnosis. But whenever I brought it up, Tony would say, “I probably am autistic, but what good would a diagnosis do?” So I let it go. That is, until I met Claire. 

    I met Claire in my LDS ward after we moved to Kentucky. We get together occasionally for a short walk or chat. The first day we talked, Claire told me about her son whom she had recently identified as high-functioning autistic using DSM-5 criteria. So I looked it up.

    That evening, we went over the criteria, I read it aloud; Tony responded, “Yep. Yep. Yep.” And for Tony, that was it.  

    DSM-5 criteria for adults is divided into five categories which are further subdivided into sub-categories. Autistic behaviors must be present in all of the main categories for a positive diagnosis. Here’s how it breaks down for Tony:

    1. Persistent deficits in social communication and social interaction across multiple contexts. (Diagnosis requires person meets all three criteria.)
      • Verbal and physical cues are often ignored in social situations. Tony is not self-centered, and he hates the idea of hurting anyone, but he will always be more focused on what he is trying to say in a conversation than listening to the other speaker. If I try to get my piece in before he is finished, he won’t  recognize that I said anything. Even then, I have to repeat what he said back to him, before I can respond. Sometimes I need to remind him of my response two or three times  before he will process it. Telephone conversations? Fuhgeddaboudit. If it’s important, I send a text. 
      • shhhlibrarian_round_car_magnetHe talks too loud. When he is nervous, he talks even louder. In fact, I didn’t think he even knew how to whisper for several years. He does much better now, but I still have to remind him in church or at the library.
      • Tony spends most of his free time away from people. At home he interacts with the family for about twenty minutes, and then he just “disappears.” The man-cave thing is much more pronounced for him. He spends hours alone in the bedroom, often just sitting with the lights off.
      • At work, he avoids situations requiring supervisory or management skills. He’s fine working as part of a team,  but will always avoid taking the lead and waits for specific instructions instead of taking initiative. It’s not because he can’t, it’s because he doesn’t understand social-behavioral cues, making him extremely uncomfortable when asked to take a leadership position.
    2. Restricted, repetitive patterns of behavior, interests, or activities. Diagnosis requires person meets at least two of four criteria, but I think Tony meets all four in about a hundred different ways. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but this particular set of criteria is extremely pronounced in Tony’s life. Examples:
      •  Echolalia: It’s a cool word to describe Tony’s; continuous repetition of sounds, words, or phrases once he’s ended his part of the conversation. He usually just walks off muttering the same word or phrase over and over again. 
      • Greater than expected degree of distress with changes in routines or expectations: We have moved several times in the past ten years, but the first big move from Illinois to Utah was so hard for him that it almost caused a divorce. Now we have become accustomed to Tony’s extreme need for home and routine to be established as quickly as possible after a move.
      • I have had to learn to take the initiative to get him to perform simple activities like finding the grocery store and gas station, and even using the transit system for the first time. If he needs to drive, I must come with him and have him drive the route at least twice before he is okay with attempting it alone.
      • He must perform daily rituals the same way each time, which includes using shampoo on his freshly shaved head every day when showering. He did it when he had hair, so it must be done now.
      • I have learned to not share the bathroom with him, but to give it up completely for a full 45 minutes on a daily basis, or his day is completely ruined. Except on Saturdays. It’s the one day when he doesn’t begin the day with a shower. He has his rituals, and they must not be interrupted. Fortunately, he only needs about fifteen minutes to get ready for bed. 
      • Intense special interests–this one’s the hardest for me to understand.
        • He talks incessantly of the need for a standard transmission in any car he drives, and cannot understand anyone’s preference for automatics. We once bought a car with an automatic transmission. It was a great car, but he constantly talked about getting a mechanic who would be willing to remove the automatic transmission and replace it with a standard, essentially ruining a perfectly good car. If I had a dollar for the many times I’ve heard, “Get a stick!” I wouldn’t need Go Fund Me to get to Austria.
        • He loves the Andy Griffith show and can tell you just about anything you want to know about the actors and characters on the show. He watches reruns almost daily, often the same episode where Barney joins the town choir and ends up singing “so-low” (so low he’s actually lip-syncing for another singer).
        • He has nearly memorized the schedules of each bus route he uses of the Northern  Kentucky public transportation system, but can’t tell you anything about the purpose of Stories From the Past, or why I’m going to Austria.
        • He collects bus schedules, old receipts, old mail, and maps (including atlases and Google Maps printouts), keeping them all in drawers while using a bucket for his clothes (because his drawers are full of his “collections”).
        • He also collects baseball caps, random coins and Chicago Bears memorabilia, but I can easily put those into hobby categories. I mean, my ex-husband collects matchbox cars, and my dad collects coins too.
        • And then there’s the giant jars he tried to keep for pennies. He put a handful of coins in the jar and then deposited them in the bank the next week. Although I gave him several smaller containers more appropriate for his handful of coins, he would look for a much bigger container, and stash the smaller one away. I threw several of his big jars away, and even most of the smaller ones, but he would just hide them from me. That was until we found a piece of Bears memorabilia in a local antiques shop: a great-big football shaped bank that was probably sold with popcorn in it. The bank is nearly gallon-sized and fits in well with all of his other bear-memorabilia, so now I don’t have to keep trashing his stash of jars. The bank is never full, but it’s well-used and only takes up space as decoration. I can accept that. 
        • His strangest collection is not random papers or jars but bank accounts. A couple of months ago,  we had a huge argument over his opening a FIFTH bank account. We have our joint account, and each of us have personal accounts, but Tony had three others, and kept saying he wanted more, because they’re “cool.” He had less than 20 bucks in each of his four individual accounts, and was keeping one simply because he’d had it since he was a kid. But that one account was forcing him to spend money five times a month in order to avoid a monthly surcharge which was less than he was spending to keep it, not to mention that he was making tiny deposits every Saturday so he could use the account to fund his Diet Pepsi habit for the next week. After we both calmed down, he finally agreed to close that account and one other that he wasn’t even using. Now he has accounts in three different banks/credit unions. One is our joint account, another he uses for spending (it only allows cards–no checks, and he likes that), and the third is a savings account. I can live with that. 
      • He is often confused and/or overwhelmed by sensory stimuli. Holidays are particularly tough. He’d rather take his plate and sit alone in an empty room (usually the bedroom), than try to sort out the commotion of conversations, children playing, movies on the television, and food preparation, especially when guests are over.
    3. Symptoms must be present in the early developmental period (but may not become fully manifest until social demands exceed limited capacities, or may be masked by learned strategies in later life)
      • I can’t answer for this one, as I did not meet Tony until later in his life, but I do know that a change in circumstances will disrupt his coping strategies and make characteristics more pronounced. When he is relaxed and among familiar things and people, many of his socially affective characteristics are easier to manage and become less obvious.
    4. Symptoms cause clinically significant impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of current functioning.
      • There is a significant mismatch between his educational attainment and occupational history. Tony has a bachelor’s degree in graphic arts, but has spent most of his occupational career in shipping and receiving. 
      • One of his biggest difficulties at work is in leaving dead-end jobs and finding better employment. He nearly always waits until he is laid-off or until temporary employment comes to an end before looking for another job, even if that employment is unsteady, unreliable, and/or inequitable. When he is job-searching, he will always take the first job offered; no negotiation, and no questions asked. 
      • His social life is extremely limited to family and just a couple of friends he has known since childhood. Everyone else, to him, are “mere acquaintances,”  having nothing to do with him.
    5. These disturbances are not better explained by intellectual disability or global developmental delay.
      • After considering the DSM-5 criteria in Tony’s life, I can’t think of any other possible explanation. 

    Of course, I am certainly not a mental health professional, and I would find more comfort in getting a professional diagnosis, but knowing that my husband fits “like a glove” into the DSM-5 criteria for adults with autism is very helpful to me. I think it can also be helpful for co-workers, and other acquaintances. It helps me to be more accepting of odd behaviors which can often be maddening, and I can find better ways to cope than getting angry. As for Tony, it doesn’t change a thing. It’s part of who he is. He’s lived with it for 60 years without a diagnosis, and he doesn’t see the need to compartmentalize himself or his behaviors. I agree. It works for him, and I just need to work with it.

     

     

     

     

     

  • The Village Idiot, Monsters, and Other Misused Terms

    The Village Idiot, Monsters, and Other Misused Terms

    Words hurt.

    In fact, the words we use make such a difference that governments around the world have dedicated specific agencies to research and education regarding people with disabilities and how we speak to, and about, them.

    There’s a good reason for that. Terms used to describe people with disabilities quickly turn from well-intentioned and helpful to mean-spirited and hurtful. For example, we once said dumb. We now say speechless. We once said simple; then we said slow; then we said retarded; and now we say mentally challenged. Even the word special has been misused as a derogatory form of the term relating to the mentally challenged.

    Every word has a story.

    In case you were wondering about the reason for this vocabulary lesson on Stories From the Past, here it is:

    Words are not just used to tell stories. They have stories of their own, and often those stories tell of a conscious turn from light to the dark side.  There is even a word for the study of word history; it’s called etymology: the study of word origins.

    I originally wanted to tell my own husband’s story for the second story in the Raising Voices series, but I realized that to tell his story, there needs to be an explanation of the etymology of words often used to describe or disparage the marginalized. 

    So first I’ll be talking about the history of terms often (mis)applied to describe people like my husband, who has recently self-diagnosed as being on the high-functioning end of the Autism spectrum. I’ll tell his story in the next edition of Raising Voices here at Stories From the Past.

    Stories of misused words: 

    Consider the stories of these commonly used terms that have fallen into misuse:

    retard

    This one’s pretty straightforward. Retard in all its forms (retarded, retardation, retardate, retarding), first appeared in the English language in the late 15th century.  Borrowed from the French retarder, or Latin retardare, it was used only in its verb form meaning to “make slow or slower.”

    It took three full centuries for retard to appear in American English as a noun representing the condition of cognitive retardation or delay. It was usually used in clinical format followed by other forms of the word directly delineating mental incapacity in the mid 20th century as retardate (1956) and retardee (1971).As with  term describing any form of cognitive incapacitation, it was quick to be abused. By 1970, it had fallen into misuse as purposeful offense and verbal abuse. Shame on us.

    I came to understand retard in its benign form as a student of music in my adolescence. The abbreviation of ritardando: ritard, or rit., means to slow the tempo. However, it wouldn’t be a far cry to use the vulgar form of the term on me as a sarcastic reference to the fact that I can follow the treble clef vocally as a soprano or alto, but I don’t recall the notes easily. In fact, I can barely read the treble clef, and use chord notations on the only musical instrument I have any sort of ability in: the guitar.

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    Piano? Fuggedaboutit.

    mental:

    We still know the term as it relates to functions of the mind and intellectual qualities, but the move to sarcastic repartee has been well underway since the early 20th century.  The first definition in the dictionary still reflects the common functions of the mind as it came into the English lexicon from the Latin mens, meaning “to think” in the early 15th century.

    Beginning in the early 19th century, mental was combined with terms such as health (1803), illness (1819)patient (1859), hospital (1891),  and retardation (1904), offensive use of the term quickly followed (by 1927). Rather than pairing the term with it’s less favorable partner, speakers opted for the lazy way out, simply saying “mental.”

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    monster:

    I’ve always had a hard time with this one. Probably because I am a mother. Before I entered my study of the English language, I was told about the origins of  the word monster by a friend. Classic monster movies don’t horrify me nearly as much as the imagining people calling babies born with any sort of deformity monsters. The mental image rears its ugly head every time I hear the word since that fateful conversation.  

    Taken from the Latin monstrum meaning “divine omen,” the term first appeared in early 14th century English describing both human or animal abnormalities, specifically birth defects. Both human beings and animals were given equal status as far as the use of the word goes. The necessity to explain birth defects without the aid of science led to the belief in witches casting spells, demons casting curses, and angry gods pouring out their wrath upon mere mortals and sinners. Encounters with previously unknown creatures and folklore also led to the belief in magical half-humans, half-animals born to devils, gods, or other magical beings including fairies, nymphs, sprites, and full-on monsters such as dragons and werewolves.  

    How could anyone call their child a monster? Were people actually afraid or of their own children? Or worse, repelled by them? Did they actually dispose of them? Jessica Thomas, a Masters student at Auckland University studying human health and healing in Anglo-Saxon medicine, answers these questions in her essay, Medieval Monsters: Deformed Birth in the Medieval Period

    Unfortunately my friend was right. Children born in the dark ages were quite often labeled as monsters. Both human beings and animals with physical abnormalities were included in the same category as dragons and werewolves.  Birth defects, or so-called monstrosities, were said to have been caused by sin or witchcraft. Most often, the mother was blamed. This still happens today in religious circles where mothers or onlookers may question whether “sinful” thoughts or actions  may have caused birth anomalies.

    On the “medical” side, a pregnant woman coming into unpleasant sights or stressful situations could also give birth to a “monster.” Of course, she may even find blame in something she ate, which might be closer to the truth. Science now reveals that the ingestion of various substances can cause birth defects.

    Men were not fully exempt from blame, however. Domestic violence was also blamed for birth defects, as well as not following “correct” coital procedures. Hmm, how were they to have known what was “correct” or not? Let’s not go there.

    And let us not forget those witches and demons. 

    Parents may have occasionally feared a child born with monstrosities, but a study of skeletal remains from the dark ages shows that many of them survived to adulthood. Once again, it was more often the mother who was the object of consternation.

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    Thomas’s essay delves much deeper into the subject than I do, so if you find it fascinating, it’s worth a read. I’m just grateful that we no longer call our children monsters, except in jest.

    idiot:

    I saved this one for last because it is the term I have most often heard ignorantly and quite unkindly applied to my husband. Apart from my husband’s pronounced stutter, he seems like your average Chinese-American upon first meeting. After some time, though, you may begin to notice things like his overly-loud tone of voice, and his insistence on daily routines like showering (Camping drives him nuts–“Where are you gonna shower?), washing his bald head with shampoo, brushing, flossing and rinsing with mouthwash every morning and night without fail, leaving for work at the exact same time, recounting events and conversations over and over again, putting his belongings in the exact same place in the exact same way, and being so intensely private as to avoid any any sort of notice by his “superiors” to the point of purposely circumventing promotions at work. In his defense, he has far fewer cavities than I do, he has NEVER been late to work, and he never loses anything.

    I’m sure you can guess that as his wife, I can find some of these behaviors maddening. I usually disagree with the label idiot, but knowing a little bit about the etymology of the word, I secretly agree that the word aptly applies.  

    The Latin form of the word, idiota, is even more benign, meaning ordinary person, layman, or outsider.  So if you’re living in ancient Italy, the term village idiot might apply.

    Your village called; their idiot is missing.

    The term actually originates in ancient Greece where all members of society actively participated in public affairs. People who were not vocal about their political opinions were considered suspect.  The Greek term, while considered an unfavorable reflection upon the individual, literally translates into “private person”. Simply put, no one was expected to keep to oneself, so anyone in the village who preferred to stay away from the public eye, was a “village idiot”:.

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    This is not the idiot you’re looking for. Move along.                                                           StarWars.com

    Unfortunately, idiot came straight into the English language in its current offensive form. Instead of being borrowed directly from Greek or Latin, it was borrowed from the French idiota where it was used offensively, meaning “uneducated or ignorant.” The English speaking world further corrupted it. First appearing in the English language in the early 14th century, it meant one who is “incapable of ordinary reasoning.” 

    The moral of these stories?

    Words matter.

     

    Resources used in this article:

     Google search dictionary

    HISTORY DISCLOSURE team. What does the word “Idiot” really mean? Where does it come from? HISTORY DISCLOSURE, 15 September, 2015, http://www.historydisclosure.com/what-does-idiot-mean/, accessed 2/17/2019

    Online Etymology Dictionary 

    Thomas, Jessica. Medieval Monsters: Deformed Birth in the Medieval Period. GANZA Postgraduate Student Blog, 9