A tiny peek

I know I’ve been away for months.  And I have no idea whether I’ll be back with another post in two days, two weeks, or two more months, so as usual, please bear with me.  At some point I might open the windows on what’s been going on and let you stick your head in and take a look around at what my life is these days, but for today, you’re just getting the tiniest little peek.

As long as I have the word autism attached to my name, there are certain preconceptions and connotations that that word carries with it.  If you hear that I’m autistic, you’ll probably assume that I’m not the best communicator.  And you might assume that I can be rigid.   You might also guess that I don’t do well with other people, with friendships.

That’s where I’m about to prove you wrong.

In October of 2011, my evaluation stated that I had absolutely no insight into normal human relationships.  That’s a blow for someone like me, who happens to love her friends and family fiercely, intensely, and completely.  It hurts to hear that.

I’ve known in the past several months or so that I’ve made a lot of progress in that area thanks to some very patient friends, but I realized just how much progress I’d made when I discovered that I’m doing better than a lot of people my age…

I was on Facebook a few weeks ago when I saw a meme posted by an old friend, my age, that said, “Real friendships are based on a solid foundation of alcohol, sarcasm, inappropriateness, and shenanigans.”

She might’ve just been joking around, but I know that for some people that’s the truth.  And I thought of my friends, and what our friendships are based on… things like shared worship time learning to say I love you in person.  Our “shenanigans” are going to the grocery store and stopping for a bite to eat (oh, once upon a time when I still ate).  I can’t say any of my friends are big on sarcasm, and neither am I.

I have a handful of autistic friends via the internet that have proved tried and true through my recent ordeals.  Some of them speak, and several of them don’t, or prefer to type.  Some of them need fairly intensive supports.  They have varying levels of ability, disability, maturity, and so forth.  These girls have taught me about true friendship.  Why must it be such an unlikely source, a person with autism?  When are we going to realize that people with autism make some of the most loyal friends?

Want to know what real friendship is?

Ask your local autistic person.  Better yet, let her show you!

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One thought on “A tiny peek

  1. Hi Lydia,

    It us awesome to see you post 🙂 As always, your post is so very true. Assessments are a good tool to get the help/get services to enable a better quality of life. However, I don’t believe it always shows the whole picture.

    Thank you for your post. It does not matter if you don’t post often – it just matters that you post when you feel you are wanting to post.

    Take care,
    Mrs E

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