Steve, this is one of your best essays ever! I have had OCD and ADD my entire life and at various points thought I would loose my mind or descend into chaos. Thank God, nether has happened. Indeed, at 66 I can look back on an exterior life that has had a good impact on many, and an inner life that, while often frightening, has been the source of much creativity, empathy and intuition. I've heard it said that had SSRIs and SSNRIs been developed in the 14th century (when artists and writers began to break out of narrowly defined parameters) we would have had little great art or literature in the modern age. To be honest, I've used Effexor (an SSNRI) for years and have no plans to stop. However, I fear that I might well have been more creative, empathetic and intuitive had I "bit the bullet" and navigated my condition without medication. Thanks again for bringing this subject into the light.
Thank you, Father. It truly does feel like you're losing your mind sometimes; at other moments, you're just bursting with so much creativity you can't figure out what to do with all of it. The human brain is such a strange and delicate thing.
Father, I appreciate what you have to say here encouraging the use of medication if necessary. However I would be careful with the claim that "if SSRIs had been developed in 14th century, we would have had little great art or literature in the modern age." This is not supported by anything remotely scientific, it is pure speculation that does more harm than good. Psychotropic medication can be life-saving, and when used properly, should not cause more harm than good. Everything in medicine has side effects, including SSRIs (as you note). This is why we cannot make blanket statements about these treatments but instead trust that they should be handled by experienced providers. I am happy that you have found medication to be effective in your own life.
I actually have a lot to say about this very subject but I will be hampered in expressing it by my own autism spectrum issues. This will be tldr. It runs in my family such that we cannot tell whether my biological children exhibit spectrum issues because they are autistic or because they were raised by an autistic mother. My eldest son is definitely a full blown Aspie, the others exhibit social anxiety and miss social cues but are less “neuro-divergent”. All of us, including my husband, have the ability to make syntheses across disciplines, to memorize and correlate information unusually quickly. We think and talk faster than other people. We are not dramatically accomplished geniuses but we are all smarter than average and that has helped smooth out some of the issues being so different has caused.
Social situations have been nightmarish for all of my 60 years. I gave up completely quite a while ago, but not before experiencing a crushing load of disappointment and hurt from nearly every interaction, everyone that I ever considered a close friend, acquaintances, and my own mother and sisters. The power to wound me which I ceded to others was enormous. I have an excellent marriage of 40 years, close relationships with all my children and grandchildren, and that is it. I do miss friends that I managed to make for brief periods of time, but I was never as important to them as they were to me and I always came to see that I was the one on the giving side all the time, still the little girl offering a quarter to the neighborhood bully to leave me alone. I think this is true of many autistic people, they have adult brains as children and they don’t change much as they grow older.
I remember being bored out of my mind as a child in a house with few children’s books, a grocery store encyclopedia, and bizarre medical handbooks describing foul tropical diseases complete with grainy photos. I taught myself to read all these fluently by the time I was three. I was the cuckoo in the nest always. The forum for Asperger’s syndrome, wrongplanet.net, is so perfectly named. I always felt like everyone else was speaking a foreign language, designed to keep me out.
I have made a life for myself and my husband by raising a large family in a very home centered way, home as a therapeutic refuge from the world. Creating obligations to children and now grandchildren to keep me from running away from the pain in a permanent way. It is a haven that I am afraid we are denying future generations of Aspie women. The modern idea that girls with high functioning autism are really boys is the most insane and misogynistic thing I can imagine. I am afraid that the culture will take the very women who are wonderfully suited as companions, wives and mothers and convince them that this is not for them. Just because Asperger’s has been described as the “extreme male brain” doesn’t turn girls into boys! Nerdy boys are attracted to Aspie girls, they share interests in common and my sons have commented on how quickly girls like me got snatched up when they were in college. Traditional courtship patterns where boys make the advances clarify things for girls who aren’t sure how social cues work. I never had the problems getting along with boys in college that I have always had with girls and women.
The primary premise of the articles which started your essay seems to lump autism in with actual mental illness diagnoses. This is one of the biggest fallacies of modern times, that claiming neurodivergence gives you a pass as far as mental illness is concerned. A person can be severely bipolar, schizophrenic, etc., but if it is framed as gender Dysphoria or other trendy labels you get a sticker and fifteen minutes of fame instead of treatment. People with severe issues of self destruction are given the tools to permanently disfigure themselves instead of getting the therapy they need. These trends have completely destroyed what little credibility psychology had as a science.
I do not think neurodivergence needs to be celebrated. Society cannot continue to celebrate every fractal. Who has the energy to care about this? The emphasis on high functioning people as having “so much to offer” loses sight of the far larger group of severely disabled autistic children and adults who are hidden from society at large. While attention whores plead their special cases what happens to the ones who graduate from special ed at 18 or 21 to a lifetime isolated in their childhood homes, dependent on aging parents who worry about what happens when they die. The increasingly emphasis on productivity squeezes out the sheltered workshop programs which provided a sense of worth and something to look forward to for many. These programs cost a pittance compared to the money generated and wasted by the causes of the moment.
We have lost our minds in this country. It will, as always, be interesting to read the comments.
"The power to wound me which I ceded to others was enormous. "
You've said a lot here, but I wanted to zero in on this. It struck me, because it reminds me of myself. I wish I could close that off. As I wrote in my piece about Not Giving an F being a Superpower, I know this would help immensely. But I don't know how.
I don’t really know if it is possible. I think the more barriers we put up to protect ourselves the more open we are to being devastated when the few people who really seemed to care about us enough to be allowed past the sentries turn out to not have really been trustworthy after all.
People for whom relationships come (and go) naturally and in relative abundance may have the same or greater capacity for loving and being hurt that we do, but they have a better sense of balance and judgement. The painfully shy, the lonely, the awkward, and those whose minds are strange and terrible landscapes tend to overshare when we finally do reach a place of comfort with another person. In the worst cases those confidences become weapons to hurt us, sometimes injuring other important relationships. The ease with which we can be hurt becomes an invitation to do so in some hands.
My husband has the superpower you wrote about. He will walk the dog in the front yard wearing homemade pajamas printed with the bright yellow cover pattern from Dr. Seuss’s One Fish Two Fish. He has never cared what others thought of him, even as a teenager. It is enormously freeing and often embarrassing to me. He has been exceptionally supportive of me, working hard so that home can be the safe haven it is. But he doesn’t understand me. I don’t understand myself. But I can keep myself from ever letting anyone new get near me, and that’s what I do. It can be very lonely, but it is better than the alternative.
In the very earliest days of blogging I had been tempted to try my hand at it. As a pioneer homeschooler, a daughter of a narcissistic mother with painful memories of growing up unwanted and with Asperger’s syndrome I have a lot of experience that might have made for a successful blog. When you put something out there you expose yourself to a potentially hostile audience and I had to be realistic about this. Negative criticism, even a little, would overwhelm me and make me unfit for my primary duties in life. Unkind reactions to well meant forum posts had the power to ruin many a day before I learned to stay away. It takes more belief in yourself and a much thicker skin than I have to succeed at real life.
Being aspie myself this part stuck out to me: "GN: Just, no, neither. Just kind of, let's say dysmorphias. Dysmorphias. Just kind of, like, changes and you know, in one sense if it's any of these things and I don't know that all of them or any of them are, or which of them are, if it's genetically determined it's evolution trying out something new. Because if it were a successful mutation that helped both that individual and their…let's say genetically related group succeed or compete better than others, it will be over the course of time selected for. And in a positive sense." I actually think that ASDs are going to decrease in the gene pool, for this reason: in prior generations, marriage, sex, and procreation were all givens, but that hasn't been the case for just about the entire time I've been breathing. If there's one thing I've noticed wandering around the "autistic internet," so to speak, it's that, given the chance, if most autists have the choice, they don't marry, they don't have sex, (for social and/or sensory reasons,) and therefore they don't procreate. I question if any of my immediate aspie ancestors would have procreated had they lived in a society that didn't expect it out of them. Sure, *I* want to get married and have kids, but that's in a society that's dead-set against anyone doing either. Anywhere I go on the autistic internet, I'm an outlier in desiring marriage and children. (And, given my age and hormonal health, the odds of me having children are bupkis anyway, neither of my sisters or my cousins want to procreate, so, again, the gene's going to die with me as pertains to our bloodline.)
I'm more like the "Autism Gadfly," in that, if there was an ethical "cure" for autism, I'd take it, and that is a HUGE no-no in the "autism community," such as it is. I'd be happy just to have a pill that does for my autism what Adderall and Ritalin do for my ADD. (The ADD meds DO take the edge off of some of the autism sensory issues, so there's that, I guess.) I'd give up the extra IQ points the ASD supposedly gives me. I know life would still have its suffering--God doesn't allow anyone to escape that--but maybe I wouldn't be stuck suffering it alone, you know? Maybe I could've buried myself in marriage and children after all instead of being another wage slave struggling that much harder to keep her place above the bottom line and knowing that she's just one wrong comment or social faux pas away from being Fired Again. I've been fired from every job I've ever had that wasn't a temporary contract, and, likely thanks to the Asperger's, I go YEARS between jobs; I'm almost 40 and barely have enough saved to live a year when I retire, so I'm honestly just hoping and praying to drop dead before then.
The whole "neurodiversity" bullcrud cheeses me off because it *cheapens* that suffering, especially when they blame my frustration on "internalized ableism" and that sort of nonsense. Yes, it's "internalized ableism" when I'm in a panic because I've had an autistic shutdown at a COMPANY CHRISTMAS PARTY! Or when a shutdown during a family evening in the city set off my bi-polar II mother... Yeah, internalized ableism my foot. I liked how you, Steve, put it in the end: I'd give up the "specialness" or whatever just for a normal hecking life. It'd still have its crosses, but still.
This is an interesting article, and much of what you say has a point. I agree that it is important to find silver linings to mental distress, and it is true that in a paradoxical way many illnesses (and perhaps in particular mental illnesses), can bring with them a potential for unique goods. That said, there is a danger in seeing mental illness merely through the lens of "neurodivergent" as if serious diseases were simply "different" than the rest of the population, and along with them carrying some good and some bad. As you allude to, mental illness can be incredibly distressing even if it is "mild" or doesn't rise to the level of a full-syndromal condition. Fortunately, we have effective treatments. Because of this, we should not see mental illness simply as a difference as if it had pros and cons. These diseases can wreck lives, the appropriate response to them is to encourage appropriate treatment
Perhaps I have missed the point of the article. If so, the following opinion will be irrelevant. Here's my take. Neurodivergent characteristics are part of neurodiversity. Otherwise, the divergent become separate from the 'neurotypical' population. And what can be said of neurotypical mental processing? Look around you. Read the news. Listen to people's opinions. It will be shocking to find how 'divergent' humanity's thinking processes have become. Logic no longer seems to run from A to B to C, etc. in a general population. I've seen logic run from C to W to K. Chaotic thinking. Obsessive thinking. Conspiratorial/paranoid thinking. All of this left to mature in a general population becomes, may I say it? Neurotypical. Then where will the neurodivergent fall on that bell curve, against the neurotypical population. They will be not be on the bell curve. They are exclusionary. I would rather be considered party of diversity. And on that bell curve with the rest of humanity. Inclusive. Not exclusive. Albeit perhaps a small slice of the bell curve, maybe even at one of either extreme ends.
I liked reading Freddie Deboer for a while, but I unsubscribed recently when he said something to the effect of life has no ultimate purpose, we briefly live and then disappear into darkness forever. Bleak dude; I have no idea why he clings to his faith-based view that, anyway, we ought to make life fair for everyone, as in, soak the rich, and spread the wealth, etc.
With all due respect, I beg to differ. Not all of us are destined for "greatness," not all of us want it. Some of us just want to go through life unremarkable, unnoticed, and average as can be, and there's nothing wrong with that. There also *has* to be some definition of "normal" to correctly help those with, for example, medical issues. By calling "normalcy" arbitrary, you have committed the same logical fallacy as the "neurodiversity" and "body positivity" movements. Perhaps you did not intend this, but that is the impression you have created.
For me the diagnosis only came when my eldest son was 16 and Asperger’s Syndrome was first bandied about as a real thing. Prior to that if a child talked, and he was my earliest and most fluid talker, they weren’t autistic, no matter how many other boxes they ticked, and he ticked them all. He was also exactly like me, except that I had been bullied into being that exceptionally quiet girl with the occasional outburst. At 38 finding out that I was somewhat autistic just explained a lot of failure and frustration and really crazy stuff in my past. It was an explanation which lifted some of the guilt I felt for failing socialization 101 over and over. It wasn’t an identity, though I could see how it could be, just as you wrote, especially for a teenager. Finding out I had a hereditary form of muscular dystrophy in my 40’s explained a lifetime of clumsiness and the inability to run in the same way. I wasn’t just lazy as my mother always said.
I find your mention of humility very important. I left it out of my reply about how we respond to hurt but I have come to believe that my own exaggerated response to criticism shows a lack of proper humility, that I am actually far more egotistical than I thought. I am trying to learn more about true humility in a Christian context, I have found Orthodoxy stresses this more than Catholicism.
Steve, this is one of your best essays ever! I have had OCD and ADD my entire life and at various points thought I would loose my mind or descend into chaos. Thank God, nether has happened. Indeed, at 66 I can look back on an exterior life that has had a good impact on many, and an inner life that, while often frightening, has been the source of much creativity, empathy and intuition. I've heard it said that had SSRIs and SSNRIs been developed in the 14th century (when artists and writers began to break out of narrowly defined parameters) we would have had little great art or literature in the modern age. To be honest, I've used Effexor (an SSNRI) for years and have no plans to stop. However, I fear that I might well have been more creative, empathetic and intuitive had I "bit the bullet" and navigated my condition without medication. Thanks again for bringing this subject into the light.
Thank you, Father. It truly does feel like you're losing your mind sometimes; at other moments, you're just bursting with so much creativity you can't figure out what to do with all of it. The human brain is such a strange and delicate thing.
Father, I appreciate what you have to say here encouraging the use of medication if necessary. However I would be careful with the claim that "if SSRIs had been developed in 14th century, we would have had little great art or literature in the modern age." This is not supported by anything remotely scientific, it is pure speculation that does more harm than good. Psychotropic medication can be life-saving, and when used properly, should not cause more harm than good. Everything in medicine has side effects, including SSRIs (as you note). This is why we cannot make blanket statements about these treatments but instead trust that they should be handled by experienced providers. I am happy that you have found medication to be effective in your own life.
I actually have a lot to say about this very subject but I will be hampered in expressing it by my own autism spectrum issues. This will be tldr. It runs in my family such that we cannot tell whether my biological children exhibit spectrum issues because they are autistic or because they were raised by an autistic mother. My eldest son is definitely a full blown Aspie, the others exhibit social anxiety and miss social cues but are less “neuro-divergent”. All of us, including my husband, have the ability to make syntheses across disciplines, to memorize and correlate information unusually quickly. We think and talk faster than other people. We are not dramatically accomplished geniuses but we are all smarter than average and that has helped smooth out some of the issues being so different has caused.
Social situations have been nightmarish for all of my 60 years. I gave up completely quite a while ago, but not before experiencing a crushing load of disappointment and hurt from nearly every interaction, everyone that I ever considered a close friend, acquaintances, and my own mother and sisters. The power to wound me which I ceded to others was enormous. I have an excellent marriage of 40 years, close relationships with all my children and grandchildren, and that is it. I do miss friends that I managed to make for brief periods of time, but I was never as important to them as they were to me and I always came to see that I was the one on the giving side all the time, still the little girl offering a quarter to the neighborhood bully to leave me alone. I think this is true of many autistic people, they have adult brains as children and they don’t change much as they grow older.
I remember being bored out of my mind as a child in a house with few children’s books, a grocery store encyclopedia, and bizarre medical handbooks describing foul tropical diseases complete with grainy photos. I taught myself to read all these fluently by the time I was three. I was the cuckoo in the nest always. The forum for Asperger’s syndrome, wrongplanet.net, is so perfectly named. I always felt like everyone else was speaking a foreign language, designed to keep me out.
I have made a life for myself and my husband by raising a large family in a very home centered way, home as a therapeutic refuge from the world. Creating obligations to children and now grandchildren to keep me from running away from the pain in a permanent way. It is a haven that I am afraid we are denying future generations of Aspie women. The modern idea that girls with high functioning autism are really boys is the most insane and misogynistic thing I can imagine. I am afraid that the culture will take the very women who are wonderfully suited as companions, wives and mothers and convince them that this is not for them. Just because Asperger’s has been described as the “extreme male brain” doesn’t turn girls into boys! Nerdy boys are attracted to Aspie girls, they share interests in common and my sons have commented on how quickly girls like me got snatched up when they were in college. Traditional courtship patterns where boys make the advances clarify things for girls who aren’t sure how social cues work. I never had the problems getting along with boys in college that I have always had with girls and women.
The primary premise of the articles which started your essay seems to lump autism in with actual mental illness diagnoses. This is one of the biggest fallacies of modern times, that claiming neurodivergence gives you a pass as far as mental illness is concerned. A person can be severely bipolar, schizophrenic, etc., but if it is framed as gender Dysphoria or other trendy labels you get a sticker and fifteen minutes of fame instead of treatment. People with severe issues of self destruction are given the tools to permanently disfigure themselves instead of getting the therapy they need. These trends have completely destroyed what little credibility psychology had as a science.
I do not think neurodivergence needs to be celebrated. Society cannot continue to celebrate every fractal. Who has the energy to care about this? The emphasis on high functioning people as having “so much to offer” loses sight of the far larger group of severely disabled autistic children and adults who are hidden from society at large. While attention whores plead their special cases what happens to the ones who graduate from special ed at 18 or 21 to a lifetime isolated in their childhood homes, dependent on aging parents who worry about what happens when they die. The increasingly emphasis on productivity squeezes out the sheltered workshop programs which provided a sense of worth and something to look forward to for many. These programs cost a pittance compared to the money generated and wasted by the causes of the moment.
We have lost our minds in this country. It will, as always, be interesting to read the comments.
"The power to wound me which I ceded to others was enormous. "
You've said a lot here, but I wanted to zero in on this. It struck me, because it reminds me of myself. I wish I could close that off. As I wrote in my piece about Not Giving an F being a Superpower, I know this would help immensely. But I don't know how.
I don’t really know if it is possible. I think the more barriers we put up to protect ourselves the more open we are to being devastated when the few people who really seemed to care about us enough to be allowed past the sentries turn out to not have really been trustworthy after all.
People for whom relationships come (and go) naturally and in relative abundance may have the same or greater capacity for loving and being hurt that we do, but they have a better sense of balance and judgement. The painfully shy, the lonely, the awkward, and those whose minds are strange and terrible landscapes tend to overshare when we finally do reach a place of comfort with another person. In the worst cases those confidences become weapons to hurt us, sometimes injuring other important relationships. The ease with which we can be hurt becomes an invitation to do so in some hands.
My husband has the superpower you wrote about. He will walk the dog in the front yard wearing homemade pajamas printed with the bright yellow cover pattern from Dr. Seuss’s One Fish Two Fish. He has never cared what others thought of him, even as a teenager. It is enormously freeing and often embarrassing to me. He has been exceptionally supportive of me, working hard so that home can be the safe haven it is. But he doesn’t understand me. I don’t understand myself. But I can keep myself from ever letting anyone new get near me, and that’s what I do. It can be very lonely, but it is better than the alternative.
In the very earliest days of blogging I had been tempted to try my hand at it. As a pioneer homeschooler, a daughter of a narcissistic mother with painful memories of growing up unwanted and with Asperger’s syndrome I have a lot of experience that might have made for a successful blog. When you put something out there you expose yourself to a potentially hostile audience and I had to be realistic about this. Negative criticism, even a little, would overwhelm me and make me unfit for my primary duties in life. Unkind reactions to well meant forum posts had the power to ruin many a day before I learned to stay away. It takes more belief in yourself and a much thicker skin than I have to succeed at real life.
Everything here is solid gold, seriously!
Being aspie myself this part stuck out to me: "GN: Just, no, neither. Just kind of, let's say dysmorphias. Dysmorphias. Just kind of, like, changes and you know, in one sense if it's any of these things and I don't know that all of them or any of them are, or which of them are, if it's genetically determined it's evolution trying out something new. Because if it were a successful mutation that helped both that individual and their…let's say genetically related group succeed or compete better than others, it will be over the course of time selected for. And in a positive sense." I actually think that ASDs are going to decrease in the gene pool, for this reason: in prior generations, marriage, sex, and procreation were all givens, but that hasn't been the case for just about the entire time I've been breathing. If there's one thing I've noticed wandering around the "autistic internet," so to speak, it's that, given the chance, if most autists have the choice, they don't marry, they don't have sex, (for social and/or sensory reasons,) and therefore they don't procreate. I question if any of my immediate aspie ancestors would have procreated had they lived in a society that didn't expect it out of them. Sure, *I* want to get married and have kids, but that's in a society that's dead-set against anyone doing either. Anywhere I go on the autistic internet, I'm an outlier in desiring marriage and children. (And, given my age and hormonal health, the odds of me having children are bupkis anyway, neither of my sisters or my cousins want to procreate, so, again, the gene's going to die with me as pertains to our bloodline.)
I'm more like the "Autism Gadfly," in that, if there was an ethical "cure" for autism, I'd take it, and that is a HUGE no-no in the "autism community," such as it is. I'd be happy just to have a pill that does for my autism what Adderall and Ritalin do for my ADD. (The ADD meds DO take the edge off of some of the autism sensory issues, so there's that, I guess.) I'd give up the extra IQ points the ASD supposedly gives me. I know life would still have its suffering--God doesn't allow anyone to escape that--but maybe I wouldn't be stuck suffering it alone, you know? Maybe I could've buried myself in marriage and children after all instead of being another wage slave struggling that much harder to keep her place above the bottom line and knowing that she's just one wrong comment or social faux pas away from being Fired Again. I've been fired from every job I've ever had that wasn't a temporary contract, and, likely thanks to the Asperger's, I go YEARS between jobs; I'm almost 40 and barely have enough saved to live a year when I retire, so I'm honestly just hoping and praying to drop dead before then.
The whole "neurodiversity" bullcrud cheeses me off because it *cheapens* that suffering, especially when they blame my frustration on "internalized ableism" and that sort of nonsense. Yes, it's "internalized ableism" when I'm in a panic because I've had an autistic shutdown at a COMPANY CHRISTMAS PARTY! Or when a shutdown during a family evening in the city set off my bi-polar II mother... Yeah, internalized ableism my foot. I liked how you, Steve, put it in the end: I'd give up the "specialness" or whatever just for a normal hecking life. It'd still have its crosses, but still.
This is an interesting article, and much of what you say has a point. I agree that it is important to find silver linings to mental distress, and it is true that in a paradoxical way many illnesses (and perhaps in particular mental illnesses), can bring with them a potential for unique goods. That said, there is a danger in seeing mental illness merely through the lens of "neurodivergent" as if serious diseases were simply "different" than the rest of the population, and along with them carrying some good and some bad. As you allude to, mental illness can be incredibly distressing even if it is "mild" or doesn't rise to the level of a full-syndromal condition. Fortunately, we have effective treatments. Because of this, we should not see mental illness simply as a difference as if it had pros and cons. These diseases can wreck lives, the appropriate response to them is to encourage appropriate treatment
Perhaps I have missed the point of the article. If so, the following opinion will be irrelevant. Here's my take. Neurodivergent characteristics are part of neurodiversity. Otherwise, the divergent become separate from the 'neurotypical' population. And what can be said of neurotypical mental processing? Look around you. Read the news. Listen to people's opinions. It will be shocking to find how 'divergent' humanity's thinking processes have become. Logic no longer seems to run from A to B to C, etc. in a general population. I've seen logic run from C to W to K. Chaotic thinking. Obsessive thinking. Conspiratorial/paranoid thinking. All of this left to mature in a general population becomes, may I say it? Neurotypical. Then where will the neurodivergent fall on that bell curve, against the neurotypical population. They will be not be on the bell curve. They are exclusionary. I would rather be considered party of diversity. And on that bell curve with the rest of humanity. Inclusive. Not exclusive. Albeit perhaps a small slice of the bell curve, maybe even at one of either extreme ends.
I liked reading Freddie Deboer for a while, but I unsubscribed recently when he said something to the effect of life has no ultimate purpose, we briefly live and then disappear into darkness forever. Bleak dude; I have no idea why he clings to his faith-based view that, anyway, we ought to make life fair for everyone, as in, soak the rich, and spread the wealth, etc.
With all due respect, I beg to differ. Not all of us are destined for "greatness," not all of us want it. Some of us just want to go through life unremarkable, unnoticed, and average as can be, and there's nothing wrong with that. There also *has* to be some definition of "normal" to correctly help those with, for example, medical issues. By calling "normalcy" arbitrary, you have committed the same logical fallacy as the "neurodiversity" and "body positivity" movements. Perhaps you did not intend this, but that is the impression you have created.
For me the diagnosis only came when my eldest son was 16 and Asperger’s Syndrome was first bandied about as a real thing. Prior to that if a child talked, and he was my earliest and most fluid talker, they weren’t autistic, no matter how many other boxes they ticked, and he ticked them all. He was also exactly like me, except that I had been bullied into being that exceptionally quiet girl with the occasional outburst. At 38 finding out that I was somewhat autistic just explained a lot of failure and frustration and really crazy stuff in my past. It was an explanation which lifted some of the guilt I felt for failing socialization 101 over and over. It wasn’t an identity, though I could see how it could be, just as you wrote, especially for a teenager. Finding out I had a hereditary form of muscular dystrophy in my 40’s explained a lifetime of clumsiness and the inability to run in the same way. I wasn’t just lazy as my mother always said.
I find your mention of humility very important. I left it out of my reply about how we respond to hurt but I have come to believe that my own exaggerated response to criticism shows a lack of proper humility, that I am actually far more egotistical than I thought. I am trying to learn more about true humility in a Christian context, I have found Orthodoxy stresses this more than Catholicism.