The last post I wrote about The Hidden Autism Community really resonated with a lot of people, judging by the comments, emails, Facebook messages, and Twitterings I received. I’m glad that it helped people to feel less alone with the challenges they live with every day, and I’m very glad to have been able to steer many people toward a supportive group of parents—a lifeline for them.
I’m writing a wrap-up for the new readers to explain who I am, and to respond to some of the mutterings I’ve heard around town. There were a lot of great comments on the post, some with very strong words and feelings, others with varying advice ranging from diet to cannabis, and some were just words of understanding.
First, I want to thank the parents from the group I mentioned, who were brave enough to allow me to use their private comments for the benefit of the greater “community.” That group provides a place for people to bare all; the raw and painful emotions they’re feeling at a given moment, their greatest fears about the future, and their own private pain. Sometimes I just sit and watch the group as someone pours their soul out onto the computer screen, and others come along and lift them up with their kind words, urging them to not give up, to keep fighting for themselves and their child.
It’s easier for me if I break things down into categories, since there are a few things I want to talk about:
I’m not a personal believer in any autism diet. We tried GF/CF when Connor was much younger, but there was no change at all with his behavior. That said, there are many children with gluten and/or dairy sensitivity or allergies. If dietary changes work for your child, and you see positive benefits, then go for it! It’s none of my business what diet you follow in your house. DO NO HARM, that’s all I care about.
I believe that if someone’s quality of life is being affected in a negative way, and there is medication that can help improve it, then you should try. But I understand that it’s a difficult decision to make. I remember very clearly the feeling of not wanting to put all these chemicals into my little boy’s body. But we came to a point where there was no denying that his daily life, OUR daily lives, were unmanageable. Medication has improved things and made all of our lives so much better. But you have to make your own choices for your own family, and I don’t get to judge you for it. Do what’s right for you, do it by working closely with a doctor, and do no harm.
The Autism Cure
Le sigh. I am doubtful that a cure will be found. I believe that autism occurs at the genetic level. I believe in science and reason. So no, I don’t actively advocate for a cure. That being said, do I wish there was a cure in the hypothetical sense? Sure. While many thrive and celebrate their autism, there are many and more that do not. I believe that people should have choices about their life. While one person may not choose a cure, another might jump at the chance. If there was a magic cure pill, hypothetically, would I want it for my son? Yes. I would still have the same funny, quirky child, but he would (hypothetically) not suffer with anxiety. He would not be so easily confused in social situations. He would have an easier time making friends. But he would still be the same person. But this is a hypothetical, and it really doesn’t serve me to spend time considering it. If you advocate for cure, well, that’s your choice. I don’t walk in your shoes. If our autism looked like someone else’s autism, an autism with more severe challenges, I might think differently about this topic. But it doesn’t, and I don’t get to judge you when I don’t know your life. And neither should anybody else.
When you say that you “hate” autism, I understand you. I have been there. Over time, I have learned that my language offends other people. Does that mean that there aren’t days when I feel like I “hate” autism – its effects on my child, the way he’s misunderstood, the pain he feels? Of course not. And I don’t believe in censoring people’s feelings and arguing over semantics. When you say you hate autism, I understand that you do NOT mean that you want to exterminate all autistic people everywhere. I understand that you don’t judge someone for being autistic and shun them. I understand that you are not saying you hate an entire group of people. I understand you to mean that you hate the struggles your child must face in their life and that, more than anything, your heart breaks for your child when they can’t communicate, or understand, or participate. You hurt for your child. I get it. I’m not going to judge you for how you express that pain. Doing so would put a wall between us, rather than drawing us together. All I ask is that you don’t say it in front of your child. Ever. Because a child might hear something different when you say you “hate” autism. They might hear that you hate them. So just be mindful. Do no harm.
I’m very interested to see where the research and development goes in regard to medical-grade marijuana. I’ve seen some studies that show significant benefits for many health conditions. BUT, I’m not a scientist. You shouldn’t take my advice about things like this. You should talk to a doctor. Or several doctors. And since I live in Texas, and marijuana in any form is not legal here, I cannot make a statement of support for medical marijuana. Or maybe I should say “will not.” I’ve never been a fan of jumpsuits.
The “Murder Apologist” Label
First, the post I wrote on Wednesday made no mention of any murders. It wasn’t about murder. It was about families supporting each other when they’ve found no help from professionals or people in the community. No murder was mentioned, alluded to, discussed, debated, or reported. In the past, I have written about Kelli Stapleton. The reason I wrote about her is because I personally knew her. I was emotionally invested in her finding help for her daughter and family. I don’t know why her daughter was/is aggressive. Neither do you. You and I, we aren’t doctors. Being autistic is not the same as knowing what makes another person do what they do. You can speculate about it, but in the end, it’s only speculation. Because you’re not a doctor. Or a mental health professional. Or even a social worker. (If you ARE a doctor or mental health professional and you’re reading this, then I know you won’t make any speculations because you don’t know her or the family and it would be unprofessional for you to make those kinds of speculations.)
The reason I have written about Kelli is because I know through my own work in social services, as well as my own research as a member of the autism community, that there are many families struggling with aggression. For varying reasons. But having an aggressive child isn’t a reason to commit filicide. There are a lot of families that live with aggression that don’t commit filicide. An interesting study would be one that specifically examined cases in the autism community to determine whether the emotional and physical effects of aggression and sleep deprivation exacerbate an underlying mental health issue, causing someone to make that horrible, fatal choice. If a study was done and it showed a correlation between aggression in the family and a deteriorated mental state, then it would allow people to develop a screening tool to help identify the most at-risk families.
It would also be interesting to study whether the rates of filicide are higher in the autism community than other disability communities. I don’t hear about this in the Down Syndrome community. Nor do I hear about it in the ADHD community. It’s also not common in the CP community or in the Spina Bifida community (I’m sick to death of the word “community”). If it is happening more frequently within the autism community, then what can we do to change things?”
I think it’s more than a little odd that someone would refer to analysis and critical thinking aimed at preventing more tragedy as being a murder apologist. What would motivate someone to cast parents as murder apologists, just because they want to understand what’s happening to drive people to commit unspeakable acts? I suppose if they admitted that we were vested in preventing these terrible tragedies, then there wouldn’t be anyone to blame? Maybe? There wouldn’t be anyone to rail against? Maybe it’s a case of needing to create an oppressor in order to maintain a position of being oppressed?
If so, it’s a shame. There are real oppressors out there: politicians, school boards, lawmakers, insurance companies.
But for clarity, let me state: you should not murder your child. You should not kill yourself. You should not kill anybody. It’s wrong. It’s bad. It’s not up to you to choose if someone else lives or dies. Don’t do it. It’s better to have your child taken away and placed in a horrible group home than it is to kill them.
But really what I want to say is, please reach out to someone you can talk to if you’re drowning. We don’t want you, or your child, to go under.
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