Games

I spent much of my time around those who did not push me away just to learn from them. Older cousins, siblings, aunts, uncles, teachers were pretty accommodating….perhaps they never realized the differences in me. Honestly I preferred their companionship and couldn’t understand why I had to interact with those my age outside of the structure of the classroom. Some were friendly, encouraging, some thought of me as a project.

Those who did not push me away become my objects of observation. I had heroes and villains in my life, although I did not always know the difference until it was too late.

One such person was Hillary. Hillary was so very interesting. She was funny, outgoing, and had no problem making friends. However when she grew bored with her life she decided it was time to wreak havoc on others. I was probably third in line subject to her malice, but for some reason no one ever really talked about what she was done or what she was capable of, so she came to me without warning.

I was 11 years old when she convinced me to run away from home. I don’t even remember what she said to convince me to go with her, but looking back it was just another game she played to keep herself occupied. Autistics are in a peculiar position, not really being able to lie themselves, they cannot easily see another’s lies. This can make us very gullible. Furthermore, we can seem so mature with our adult-like language and analytical skills that parents tend to not worry about any possibility of irresponsibility. The lies she told and the manipulation she had over me had me wandering our small town at 3 in the morning on numerous occasions before this last incident…against all my better judgment because at that age you really don’t have any.

Closure brings itself to your door very rarely, but when that happens I think it's more for their benefit then yours and can be entirely selfish. Reiterating how much you've changed doesn't change the fact that what's done is done and it cannot be changed no matter who you are now. Thinking you can leave a mess in the wake of your tornado-like existence, ruining everything you touch and then saying sorry is not going to pick up the pieces. 15 years is a long, LONG time to contemplate all of what has happened and you cannot undo it at your will.

My Rock My God.

I miss a lot of things in my life due to this invisible condition I have, that most people like to pretend doesn’t exist. I missed my son’s kindergarten graduation today…and as I sat completely torn apart, unable to move to the door, I was growing more angry with myself by the minute. Writhing in pain of my inability to shake off fear and illness, I felt worthless. I cried a mountain of tears in frustration and mental anguish. How can I let myself freeze like this when I am so obviously needed? Do I not have an instinct that overrides all other conditions?

But I know how it is when I push myself too far. I would rather not let myself be consumed and turn into something I cannot control. I have worked so hard to cast off all that sensory irritation by preventative measures no one could even begin to imagine. I only want to be a good mother where I can use that soft voice and not feel the need to push them away when they become affectionate. When I quit listening to that optimistic voice in my head saying “You can do this!” my life got so much better. Their lives got so much better. It is better to recognize when I can’t do this. It is better on a myriad of levels.

Desperate, not wanting to let my son down twice in one day, I tried to push myself and find some sort of rock to hold onto so that I could do what was needed to be done. For autistics, we need for ourselves a support system. Mine is heavily dependent on my husband who can be the constant thing when everything else is changing and overwhelming. Luckily, I am no longer too proud to admit when I need help and my help arrived so that I could be the mother I wanted to be today. Proud and happy with tears in my eyes as my son danced across that stage like he was the only one there. And I was the only one watching. It was a moment I am so thankful for God to have given me the chance to make new friends that can help me be the mother I want to be and accept myself for who I am...even if I cannot sit alone in that audience.

(V for) Vendetta

I was 19 when I found the love of my life…and also when I had found for myself a mortal enemy bent on destroying me. It came from the most unlikely of places…

Six years later, an image burned in my brain as my to-be husband and I were at our rehearsal dinner, at the altar practicing our vows and I looked out to see her back to me. Her face turned to the side, fidgeting in the pew and looking anywhere but at the front of the church with a look of annoyance blatant and obvious. Even up to the day before, she didn’t want this to happen.

Fast forward to now. Why don’t I ever get invited to anything? Why are there plans for parties and showers and things that never reach my ears? Why is it I have never met his family other than the immediate grandmother, aunt or uncle? Apparently I sat right next to members of his family to the one thing I did get invited to and never had a clue. Are people too ashamed to acknowledge me?

I’ll admit I’m a loose cannon. You never know what to expect from me…neither do I really. Due to events beyond my control, I have been permanently placed on the defense…my way of trying to prevent the repetition of pain. The source of this pain is constant, throughout my entire life I have been ostracized and belittled, and until recently everyone claimed to be blind to it. My defensive nature I think made others assume I was partially to blame. I don’t know and I really don’t care anymore: there’s no reason to point fingers back in time. Can you blame Dr. Jekyll for Mr. Hyde?

I hit the reset button when I accepted the diagnosis…but so many others are slow to reset it themselves and get to know who I really am. That is, who I am when I’m not on the defense. I have found forgiveness from many people I never dreamed possible, many things for which I have found atonement. Yet there are so many others out there that do not care to atone and forgive. How hard this is to let go.