Happy 6th Birthday!

I realised today that this week marks 6 years since my diagnosis and due to a conversation I had during the week I thought it might be a good opportunity to think and write about what my diagnosis means to me now and how that has changed through the years.

This assessment concludes that [Peggy] does have Asperger Syndrome and meets the criteria of the DSM-IV and ICD-10 due to difficulties in:  

1. Social Communication
2. Social Interaction
3. Flexibility of Thought
4. Unusual Sensory Experience

And there we have it. Just like that, I was autistic. The report was nine pages long, and reflected a little more deeply on the details but that's the bit that says it, that changes my categorisation as a human being.

Of course, it doesn't change who I am and always have been one iota: the sentences following the one above declare that "The information provided by [Peggy] and her family indicate these difficulties have been present from a young age. Over time, she has developed a wide range of impressive coping strategies to manage her difficulties in social communication and interaction - often masking the degree of these difficulties so that others are perhaps unaware of their impact."

I consider myself lucky that the process and the report were smooth for me, and the approach very balanced: both the difficulties and the benefits of being autistic were highlighted and addressed in terms of their pertinence in my own life. Reading stark facts like the quote above can feel jarring, but they were given in a context where care was taken to specify my strengths and potential alongside; a lesson that I hear could be applied elsewhere. I wrote a little about the lead up to my diagnosis and initial reactions in my first ever post on the blog, Officially Square.

That post was written nearly three years after my diagnosis and at that point there were very few people party to that information about me. Three family members, my fiance, two friends (I think... or I may not have told them by then) and two or three colleagues. I didn't publicise my blog in case someone figured out that it was mine. I swore everyone that knew to secrecy.

From this behaviour you would be forgiven for thinking that I was ashamed of my diagnosis. On the contrary, I was hugely relieved and mostly very happy to receive official confirmation of what I had suspected for the previous three years. It made sense of my struggles since childhood (that I had obviously failed to share with anyone because, you know, social communication...), my different experiences of the world and my differing needs. I'm not wrong, I'm just a different kind of person and sometimes I need to live a little differently, and that's just fine. In fact, it's good in many ways. I can understand myself better now, work with my strengths, learn ways to cope with my difficulties (still working on that!!) and explain myself to others with more confidence and accept my differences with self-compassion (sometimes...).

So why was I so adamant that nobody find out? One reason was that I was terrified they wouldn't believe me and would think I was making it up either as an excuse or to gain attention. As pointed out above, I have an impressive array of masking strategies, so to disbelieve my diagnosis is in a way complimentary to my efforts, but it would also greatly invalidate my hard work and times of intense distress. I wasn't confident enough at that point to defend my diagnosis because it still didn't feel quite right that I really qualified to be described by the criteria above. Six years of self-observation leave me rather more convinced. Along with the fact that not a single soul has challenged the diagnosis, though many have shown surprise.

I also worried that people would look at me differently once they knew. To a certain extent this still applies. Perhaps not so much as a worry, but I like to choose when and whether I disclose. I worked for my mask and I usually still use it when I meet people because I don't want their impression of me to be formed by their idea of autism; rather, I want to inform their idea of autism. I am me, and me is autistic, so this is one way autism can look. Not, she is autistic so she must be [insert characteristic/behaviour here].

As time went by and I gradually needed to inform more people (changing jobs was the main catalyst for this) I discovered a pretty much universally positive reaction to disclosure. My first experiences weren't just a happy coincidence, but most people find it interesting and useful to find this out about me (assuming we already have a positive relationship), and it helps them to be considerate of things that I find really difficult. 

So nowadays I don't hide my diagnosis, and I tend to mask less. I don't wander round telling people just for the fun of it and there are still more people who don't know that do know, but I can talk about it as a normal part of conversation and this has been helpful in many ways. I accept myself and my needs because I understand why I am how I am. I am becoming more confident in saying I'm not going to do things because I know they will make me unwell or increase my stress levels, and I don't have to be the same as other people in order to be a worthy member of the human race. If something is bothering me I'm more likely to verbalise that now, and even if it doesn't change the situation it helps my internal state. I will engage is certain regulatory behaviours in some public or social situations because I know those people won't bat an eyelid because they know me (there are many others I still keep private). Because I have shared, my colleagues can help me when I'm in crisis, and they can help prevent me getting to crisis.

Was it worth seeking a diagnosis for something I already pretty much knew? For me, yes. And even more so than at the beginning. Personally (and this is not the same for everyone), I could not have assimilated autism into my understanding of myself without a formal diagnosis. I needed that to begin to accept that I genuinely have a reason for what I now know are my autistic traits. I'm not just wrong or weird (although I am pretty weird!). I can get the support I need at work, which I wouldn't necessarily without a diagnosis. I understand and therefore accept and can help myself so much more than I would be able to without knowing this about myself, and I can help others help me too, and I can broaden their world by exposing them to people whose brains work a bit differently. 

Am I proud of being autistic? Not particularly. Am I ashamed of being autistic? No. I just am. Would I be proud of being 5'7"? Or ashamed of having size 6 feet? These are all just thing about me and knowing about them helps (imagine trying to buy shoes if you didn't know what size your feet were. It would take a lot more effort!).

Happy 6 years.

Please ask if you have questions about my experiences pre- or post-diagnosis - I feel like I haven't quite managed to capture everything here and different nuggets will be helpful to different people at different times :)

"I find you a calm person to be around"

I thought I'd share with you all something my Brian has been playing with that rather amused me. It was funny because it happened during the week about which I wrote my previous post.

Several different people commented to me about how I am a calm influence and a calm person, and relaxing to be with. This brought an inward chuckle as I happened to have been dealing with an increase in anxiety, disordered thoughts and feeling overwhelmed. I know the comments were based on longer-term relationships than just the last week, but it did make me think because at least one of them was about one day in particular, and a day when I was feeling anxiety and was doubtful of my ability to cope!

Now I must admit that all of these comments came from colleagues, and therefore in a place where I do tend to be performing and making an effort to be at my most functional and presentable. But bear in mind that these are all also people who have seen me at my worst, when anxiety is playing its game well, and they still see me over-all as a person who spreads calm.

I was really pleased to hear that this is one way that people experience me though. One thing we can never do is perceive ourselves as others do. We spend a lot of time thinking or worrying about what others think of us, and our flaws and shortcomings can seem like our main characteristics when we look through our own eyes or imagine what others see, but my discovery this week is that we really can never know.

This makes it especially important to reflect back to people the things that we appreciate about them. It was perspective-changing and warm to know that other people can genuinely get something positive from being with me, and that they're not just saying it because I asked or because they know I benefit from positive feedback: the context was each time not about me but about somebody else's needs that I could provide for. So let people know how they benefit you!

Aside from the warm fuzzies though, I was a bit bemused that calm is a characteristic that apparently exudes from me. I am often troubled by anxiety. It invades my dreams, I have to live by lists to try and keep the zooming thoughts tethered in some way, I really struggle in social situations or when I am out of my comfort zone or put on the spot.

I came to the conclusion that there are a couple of contributing factors to my apparently calm aura, most of which can be linked to my autism (entertainingly, as that is also the source of much of my anxiety!):

Processing time

Until recently, I never considered that I may have any processing issues because my language skills have always been fairly advanced. I am very grateful for this as it allows me to understand and take part in the world, but am finding now that it can mask delays in my understanding, interpretation or processing of situations. I find it very difficult to answer questions on the spot if they require more than a simple factual response (frequently my brain is working on such questions for hours or days afterwards, when I may be able to form an answer that actually reflects my true thoughts or feelings on a matter). Sometimes it is only once a conversation or situation has moved on that I realise what somebody actually meant if they were speaking figuratively. 

The emotions of a situation do not tend to hit me as it happens (sometimes they don't hit at all, sometimes I don't recognise them and sometimes they hit at a random unrelated time and it takes me ages to figure out what they are about). I am learning to stop and think through when something emotive has happened in order to identify my emotions and allow myself to feel them. This probably sounds a bit strange and unnecessary (why bother feeling things, especially painful things, if they don't ask to be felt?) but it seems that even if I don't consciously feel them my emotions are still there in my body and brain, contributing to my general stress levels, but in an even worse way because they are unidentified and not dealt with so they don't disappear. Intentionally getting them out to examine them keeps the old Brian tidy and helps to reduce overload and destructive coping mechanisms.

After all that waffle, what this means in the "exuding calm" situation is that I may not have really processed what has happened/is happening and it is unlikely that I have felt any reactive emotions regarding it. I can therefore respond in a calm and functional manner, dealing with the facts, logistics and problem solving (providing I have the imagination to see the solution, which is another matter entirely...).

Source of anxiety

Although I deal with plenty of anxiety, the sources that tend to trigger this for me are likely different from those that trigger the majority of people. Other people's problems do not stress me out (I care about them, but don't tend to feel anxiety about them). Children spitting in my face or biting or scratching me doesn't stress me out. The things that cause me anxiety are thinking I have done something wrong or displeased somebody, any perceived failing on my part, injustice or people being treated badly, and sometimes changes to routines or expectation. 

Of course other people share these sources of anxiety, but the things that don't cause me anxiety mean that in situations that many find highly emotive such as day-to-day experiences in my work, I can respond with less emotion and anxiety. I don't feel bound by the social "norms" that dictate that yawning is rude because it says you are bored (it is a natural bodily reflex...), farting in public somehow means you are revolting (again, a bodily reflex), or not looking into somebody's eyes means you aren't listening or don't respect them (or maybe you're just trying to concentrate on what they're saying...). If a child spits at me it is similar. I don't experience that personal offence that most people naturally feel (again, instinctively - they can think it through with the same logic as mine but for some reason my brain skips the emotive/anxiety response here) so I am straight on to "How uncomfortable must this child be feeling in order that they must respond like this. How can I make it better?"

It doesn't always work like this, and especially when I am tired or stressed there are things that provoke that reaction in me, but I find it really useful that often the reason I appear calm is because I genuinely am not bothered by what has happened.

Difference in expressive emotion

This one is pretty simple. With autism, people don't always express emotions in the same way as non-autistic people. So I might be anxious or stressed but not look like I am to somebody who doesn't know me well enough to know how that shows itself in me.

Obviously when it gets to shutdown stage it's generally pretty readable that something is not right, but with my anxiety, from what people say, if you don't know me well you may not know there's anything wrong until it's very very wrong (And until recently and still sometimes now, I also may not know! And am even less likely to be able to tell you.).

So I appear calm more often than I actually am calm, which probably helps with people feeling relaxed around me. We all feel more relaxed around someone who appears relaxed, right?!

Intentional masking

And in case not feeling emotive or anxious or not appearing to be even if I am feeling it doesn't account for my calmness entirely, we have to add the fact that I do still intentionally mask sometimes. This was how I was able to take part in the world with a largely convincing performance of "normality" for so many years before discovering I was autistic, so it is a natural thing for me to do at times. I do it to maintain my credibility in a professional context and also in social contexts. If I want to be treated like everybody else I have to act like everybody else and I am glad that I have the skills to have this choice available to me. There are people in whose company I mask much less, if at all, and there are environments in which I am largely putting on a performance in order to participate. Positive or negative, that's how it has always worked for me.

What is AS for me?

In no particular order, here are the things that AS means for me in my life.

Uncertainty is a huge issue for me. Maybe the biggest. If someone says "maybe I'll do this" I will spend the next indeterminable time period repeatedly going over the options of what will happen if they do or don't do that thing; how my day will look, what will I need to expect, what will I need to be prepared for, and I will be constantly questioning "does that mean they will do that, or they won't do it or they themselves don't know yet (in which case, again will they or won't they end up doing it?)", trying to work out the probability of each of the myriad possibilities of how the day will run. And the thing they are doing could even just be "I might go and buy milk" or "I might make a cake." If there is any uncertainty at all, the issue will remain in my mind as unresolved, like a flagged or unread email, demanding attention until resolved. If there is any emotional involvement with any of the options the chasing of thoughts escalates and often comes out physically in my body as feeling sick (if worried) or in repetitive gestures like finger wiggling or fist clenching if excited (though I think I manage to keep these down to only in private).


Another aspect of uncertainty is uncertainty of people's expectations. I need clarity in what is expected. I am very happy to do a task for you if I know exactly what you want, but if there are options and I have to guess, it becomes very stressful for me. If I know something is expected but I can't deliver because I don't know what or I don't have the skills, the situation seems inescapable to me and this has been the trigger for quite a high percentage of my 'shutdowns' or whatever you want to call them. The same applies to what is expected of me in a certain situation, for example when I am unsure what or how much I am expected to say, whether somebody is expecting a reply or whether they are making a joke.

Change is difficult to deal with. This can be change in my surroundings, like a rearrangement of furniture (even just a turning around of something on the work surface. Why? Why change things if they're fine? It's all wrong now. Something inside reacts and I don't even know what. It's like my whole world has been turned upside down. I can't work out what it is that I feel, but it's wrong. If someone can explain a reason for the change: e.g. "it makes more space on the surface" this can help) or a change in my expectation for the day. I think this could be linked to uncertainty, because if one thing has changed, how do I know I can rely on anything else to be as expected? As a side note, for me, big changes are often easier than little ones. This is probably because they are usually less sudden, more thought through, more expected and more prepared for. Somebody parking their bike in "my" space is completely unexpected, hits me just when I'm preparing to settle down into my own safe world after people-ing, and makes me want to cry, and sometimes shout and bang (again, why would someone do that?). It takes a while before I come to terms with the fact that I could park my bike elsewhere, and even then that space is wrong and my insides are wrong.

Searching for something else I came across this scale. I wish I could use it to show people how I feel about change. Sometimes I am at least a 7 on matters where other people may not have even realised they have made a change.

Inconsistency makes me all wrong as well. How does it not stick out like a jack-in-the box popping up in your face to people? It might be spelling inconsistency in a document or inconsistency of policy/treatment of people (this is touching on unfairness, which is entirely inexplicable and unacceptable for me), or things moving about (where has someone decided to keep the washing up liquid at work today? Why can't it just live in one place?!), or people saying one thing and doing another. I want to scream and shout "what are you doing? How do you think this is OK?"

The Plan is everything. The first thing that happens when my brain switches on in the morning, before my eyes open or I think about anything else, I work out what day it is and what is happening that day. I flash through what to expect, whom I will see and interact with, roughly how those interactions will go, what I need to take with me and wear (this I will have prepared the night before). Sometimes I know there is a question mark about something, for example, I am going to work but I don't know for sure whether we will be swimming in our swimming session or whether a certain child will be poorly. If I know there is a question mark, I can deal with that, but if something changes unexpectedly that can be more difficult, depending on the change and its implications. The most difficult ones are changes that affect my 'down time' or 'me time': if The Plan was to have the evening in alone and this changes, for example I have to go out unexpectedly, I will be quite stressed about it.

If somebody suggests something that isn't in The Plan I tend to automatically react in the negative. Don't be ridiculous, of course we can't do that. If I have time to adjust, however, I might come round to the idea. Which brings me to:

Time.  Because The Plan is so important in keeping me calm and functioning smoothly, I need time to adjust The Plan in my head if it is going to alter. Some changes I can write in fairly quickly; others can take days or even longer. If you want to go out for lunch, giving me at least a day's notice is probably a good guide.

Also under time, I need regular time to myself. I think of my stress levels, or busy-ness levels (maybe arousal levels in scientific terms?) on a scale, maybe 1-10. On a normal day at work I'm maybe on a 5; a big social gathering of people I don't know would be a 9 or 10. Relaxing at home with my husband is one of my favourite things and bring me down to maybe 2, but the only time I'm 0 is at home on my own. I'm completely me, just being, and that needs to happen a couple of times weekly to allow me to manage the rest of the time.

I also need time to get to know people and feel comfortable in situations. I probably won't call you a friend until we've spent quite a lot of time together and shared quite a lot (and I don't share with just anyone!). I have to learn to trust people and learn whether new situations are safe.

I'm pernickerty, picky and fussy about a lot of things that seem entirely insignificant and baffling to other people. Also on being fussy, certain textures, smells, sounds I really dislike. They don't usually cause me physical pain but make me want to shout or cry or flap and stamp or shake the feeling off my fingers. Bad grammar makes me twitch and it's hard to not say anything about it. The washing should be hung up just so, every fact should be accurate and precise (my memory is annoyingly better than a lot of people's, so when they recall a past event wrongly it's very bothersome, and vagueness is just messy in my head). Things should be where they belong, our days should run according to the timetable in my head (The Plan, I suppose), and everything should be predictable.

Related to this, I can be a bit of a perfectionist. If I'm going to do something I want to do it properly, to the best of my ability (or better, quite often!). This means I can often be unsatisfied with my work or not seem to value it or take pride in it, whereas it may just be that I'm not quite satisfied that it was perfect, or I'm disappointed that I couldn't make it as good as I wanted. It can also mean that I'm not the quickest worker on the block. The job might take longer but it will be thorough and accurate if I have my way. I also struggle with guilt when I think I could have done something better and this goes for relationships as well as tasks.

I'm honest. You can generally rely on me to tell the truth. Usually whether it's wanted or not. I try and be socially acceptable in this department, though I don't get it right every time. But I won't lie to you and will always give my honest opinion. You can rely on me to be loyal to my friends, do my best to do the right thing, be fair, and look after the underdog.

Not me. I only dream of such an attitude!

I have some interests. I'm quite interested in them. I like to spend a lot of time pursuing them. They are calming and predictable and very enjoyable. I find it difficult when I can't do them.

I am very caring. I want to look after people and for them to be OK. I hate it when people are mistreated or sad. It doesn't necessarily make me sad, though it can do, but it is wrong and I feel a very strong sense of care or pity for the person involved. I will be there for the person that needs me, especially if I know how to help (annoyingly, I don't always - understanding and responding to emotions can be tricky - but that has been covered in other posts). Sometimes all you need to do is sit with somebody or give them a hug.

I like animals too. Weirdly, I feel like we sort of understand each other. And they are nice to cuddle and don't ask questions or talk to you. They aren't complicated!

Decisions are difficult (but there's a separate post for that). I see so many aspects to consider, and so many pros and cons.

I sometimes get overwhelmed (by my or others' emotions, or by a lot of social effort, or something unexpected) and need to get away. If it's too sudden, I might have a bit of a shutdown, which for me often includes crying and shaking. I can't talk to people and I can't look at them for a while afterwards (my eyes are usually shut during most of it). If it's not bad enough to cause a shutdown (which thankfully I don't get too often), I can take some time to myself at home alone and watch some TV, read or think to recover. Sometimes being outside in nature alone can serve the same purpose.

I look at language a bit differently. I rather like it, and sometimes I like to play with it. I understand most simile and metaphor, and quite like them really, seeing them as a bit of an art, but I often take things literally if I don't recognise them as figurative language. If there is more than one possible interpretation of something, for some reason I don't always see the one most people see first first (my Mum says I always seem to pick the least obvious interpretation). People can think I'm being awkward, but usually it is me genuinely having to search for the right understanding for the context. I like humour and like to make people laugh. I used to be rather a punner but not so much any more, but I still enjoy playing with language.

"As much use as a chocolate teapot" is one of my favourite similes :)

Creativity is something I have a love-hate relationship with. I love the idea, but I'm actually not very good at it and find it quite scary and very pressuring and stressful if someone is watching or expecting a result. This is quite entertaining when you think that my passion until I was about 20 was music, and from then on, dance. I love to do them, but I cannot create them for love nor money. Improvisation always made me feel sick and clam up. I can't compose for toffee. Or even chocolate, which I prefer to toffee. I could never write a story from my imagination: in primary school I dreamt

The story was about an
escaped hamster!

up one story based on true events and adapted it to fit every brief. But I really do appreciate the creative arts. I can get lost listening to music or watching dance and in a room on my own I put creative expression into music or dance where the notes/steps have already been written. Particularly with dance, though, I also appreciate the technical side more than perhaps most enthusiasts. I would watch class with at least as much pleasure as a performance and I don't need a story to enjoy a performance (it can even become overwhelming if I let myself be drawn into an emotional story eg. Swan Lake or Giselle). I find it very difficult to encourage the children in my class with role play and imaginative play because I can't think of how to extend what they're doing.

Nearly forgot about this one as it's so obvious, but social situations are also a challenge for me. The more people the worse it is, the less I know them the worse it is, and the more expected of me/attention on me the worse it is. I worry beforehand about whom I will talk to, what I will say, what I will do if I can't find the answer to either of these, when and how I will leave, whether I will say anything inappropriate, whether I will be boring, whether I will say enough or too much, whether I will look ok, whether I will do any silly things with my body, etc etc. When I am there I am still worrying about most of these things, especially how to carry on a conversation and things like that. A lot of worrying and feeling sick, and I will be tired for several days afterwards if it was a big one. It is just exhausting making sure you're doing everything right!

Help!

Small gatherings of up to 5 or 6 where a family member is at least one are manageable and don't put me down on social energy for too long, and I even enjoy these sometimes.

In addition to the feelings brought on by the event itself I also struggle with feeling guilty for not enjoying an event which is obviously supposed to be pleasant, which somebody has put on for everybody to enjoy and maybe even partly for me, so then I may have to make sure I adequately persuade that person that I have enjoyed it, even while trying to recover from the strain it has put me under.

Even just a break in the staff room or a meeting in the corridor can count as a stressful social encounter: what do I say? Where do I look? How do I finish the conversation? Is it bad to sit and not say anything? Can I make my drink last the whole break/Do I look daft sitting not talking with an empty cup? Is it OK to join in someone else's conversation/nod and smile as though joining in with it?

Communication can be difficult. Although I am a very language-minded person it can be quite difficult to express myself properly about important things. Often I only think of what I should have told somebody or asked them quite a while after a conversation has happened. This can mean I can seem rude unintentionally, I can miss out on opportunities, my opinion can be overlooked (well, not expressed to the relevant party rather than necessarily overlooked by them) and I can become frustrated. Sometimes I don't know what I want to express, other times I don't know how to express it, and others I just can't make myself do it at the right time and place. I work better in written communication where I have time to consider matters, think about my real response to them and formulate that into something that will be understood properly by others.

I am funny and silly and clever and quirky. I have a great time with a few good friends and we enjoy each others' company. I might not be everyone's cup of tea but if we get along we really get along. I stick by my friends and we help each other through all sorts and have a lot of laughs on the way.

These are just the main ways I can think of at the moment of what AS means to me, for my life, but I feel like I could keep writing forever, or at least enough to fill a book! I might update if other important things come to mind. I also have a big list of quotes from a few books (Asperger's Sydrome, A Guide for Parents and Professionals, T. Attwood; Inside Asperger's Looking Out, K. Hoopmann; and Finding AS in the Family - A book of answers, C. Lawrence) that I felt really were pertinent to me when I was reading around before diagnosis, if that is of interest to anybody.