Adults On The Autism Spectrum
Maybe you were really shy as a child. Perhaps you took home a huge stack of books from the school library, read them, and returned them the next day. Or did your best friend find you crying in your closet, unable to answer the question "Why?" At any rate, your life could be traced to the Self-Help section of the local bookstore. Unfortunately, most of the books were not much help. ADHD seemed to fit, at times. Your shrink said you might be Bi-Polar, although she wasn't really certain. All you knew was that you rarely fit in, anywhere. One day at work, it hit you square in the face: I don't speak these people's language! Really, it was like you were all playing this game, and everyone knew the rules but you. You couldn't tell a joke, and you never "got" any joke your co-worker tried to tell you. People started getting annoyed with you, because you had a memory like a steel trap. They didn't appreciate it when you called them on the carpet. Who knew? This was my life, and worse. I finally aced several tests that pointed me to the answer to my questions. The Autism Spectrum. Guess what? Little kids with Autism grow up to be Adults with Autism. Diagnosed late in life? This is the place for you!
Interested in more discussions like this? Go to the Autism (ASD) Support Group.
Good Tuesday morning to you, me lovelies. How many of us are working, either at a part time job, or a full time job? If so, would you care to mention on here the motivation that took you in that direction? What support did you have? And lastly, what qualities in your self do you feel were necessary to maintain your balance as an Autism Spectrum individual?
I hope you all have a blessed week, that you stay safe, and warm, that you have a cozy place to lay your head tonight when the day is done. We are not alone. Look around us. Support groups on every corner. Advocacy for us BY us. Yes, there is so much more to be done. But we are together.
Mamacita
@mamacita Good Tuesday to you, too! I retired from full-time work Oct 31, 2015. March 2016 I started working 3 days a week, in the same field but in the private sector. The main motivation was I needed income but I could no longer handle a full-time job due to medical issues. As far as how I shielded myself, being on the on the spectrum, I took a job where I was pretty much on my own, had few people to have to answer to and even fewer people around me during the workday. There were others in the office that I interacted with from time to time, but not on a consistent basis. This allowed me focused time and uninterrupted work, critical for me to keep my stress levels down. I kept that job until June of this year, as I prepared for a move 100 miles away. At this point I do not work but do some charity work, and will be doing some volunteer work in the next few months. This will be on my own schedule, not anybody else's, that is, when and where I do any work even on a volunteer basis will be my decision.
Ginger
That is just winderful, @gingerw. Come to think of it, I have always seemed to have jobs where I had basically clear instructions, but the freedom to implement those plans pretty much how I saw fit.
Good thing. I would obsess over the main thing and make sure the "main thing" was accomplished. Come hell or high water .
In Social Work, my main job at one time was to protect and to help my clients who needed help in order to remain in their own homes. The state found it much cheaper to take care of folks that way, rather than warehousing them in nursing homes
Ethics and money clashed, however. And I found to my dismay that not even the social services division really cared about their clients. When push came to shove.
But on to brighter things! Thank you for sharing your story! Be back here later!
Mamacita
Oy vey! How is it possible that I have not been on here in four days?!! Acckkk! We are on the road to Savannah-ish. We overslept and did not leave on time. It is dark and bumpy. I have eaten too much junk and not consumed enough water.
Can't wait to get my feet on the ground and stretch out. When everyone is asleep I will peek in on you to see how you all are doing. Miss you all. Hope you are all well.
Love you guys!
Mamacita
Teresa, Volunteer Mentor, I am spending time with my family in Georgia. We are having a ball. Getting ready for Thanksgiving. I am responsible for the food, well, most of it.Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Mamacita
That I will do, @mamacita. I'm sure you will have a great dinner. From my somewhat southern background, I know that southern cooks are usually the best. Enjoy the family!
have a wonderful thanksgiving mamacita enjoy family
@sirgalahad, thank you so much! My daughter and son in love have to work. Except for Thanksgiving day. And the weekend, of course. But we wake up when Daughter comes down for coffee, and otherwise puttering around in the kitchen. So I decided to go ahead and start meal preparation early. I had planned to do it yesterday, but we had a big day.
First, Daughter and I went to the sonagram appointment and got to see baby girl's cute face. She was dancing and rolling all over the place, so we did not get the best picture. But it was wonderful to see her little nose, mouth, and fingertips. She looks a lot like her big brother.
Then we went home where Papa and I kept the six year old . Played and read with him. Then the whole crew went to see the movie The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Fun for everyone. We came home after, and rested. Aww, I'm not gonna lie. I collapsed into a coma for hours. By the time I woke up it was time for the kids to come home from work. I had made a meatloaf and pasta with veggies for dinner. Husband decided to go get takeout for him and the 13 year old. Oy vey.
I tried not to take it personally. My food tasted delicious to me. Son in love had two helpings. Guess Hubster figured the 13 year would not consume my carefully prepared meal. Junk is much preferred.
Today there will be more homework, more playing and reading, and a little bit of television. Some therapeutic housecleaning, and maybe a shower for me! Later I will attempt the perfect dressing and squash casserole for the perfect people in my life.
I am Thankful for food, shelter, friends and family. I am glad I can call on the good people who come here for support and have a safe place to tell my stories. For you all to tell your stories. It is important to be heard, even if we cannot speak a word. For all of you out there, reading these words, Happy Thanksgiving. We are better together! Love you and hope to hear from you all very soon!
Mamacita
@mamacita, it sounds like you and your hubby are a good team (and he is also scoring brownie points with the grandson)😊
Teresa, Volunteer Mentor, I think we might be a pair, alright. Laurel and Hardy. Mutt and Jeff. Flopsy and Mopsy. Heckle and Jeckle.