Aspergers. Autism. The spectrum. My life.
You know what bothers me the most about autism? It’s that other people have no freaking idea about what you are faced with as a parent when you deal with a meltdown. In public. In a store trying to buy clothes for an adult child with Aspergers, who also has sensory issues and has overloaded into an ignorant confrontational, oppositional, defiant and aggressive mess who verbally assaults you while raising their voice progressing to more and more unreasonable and un-fucking-believable things.
And I am expected to stay calm and reasonable. Which I did. And yet I am just supposed to walk away from the brutal encounter and not have it impact me emotionally. Right. Because I’m a fucking robot. He is horrible. Yes ‘he’. Not his actions, not his autism. HE. Want to know what it’s like having a young adult child with Aspergers. Go to your local bar and get a mean, nasty, uneducated, belligerent man, fall down stinking drunk and then try and get them to do something complicated, like, oh I don’t know, try on a pair of sweat pants.
Live with that mean, violent, abusive, ungrateful drunk every single day of your life. Then try to be happy. Or normal. Or mentally stable. You become brutally and horrible wrecked. Because once his tantrum is done, once a few hours pass HIS life goes on as it normally does. Because the kid who has aspergers is not impacted by what happened. It’s the parent who feels like they fell down a flight of stairs after being horrifically sunburned and eating bad sushi. Then beaten with flails to within an inch of your life.
I seriously have no idea why someone would choose to lie with someone who has Aspergers as a life partner. It’s bad enough being emotionally brutalized by your child, I can’t imagine it happening continuously for the rest of your life by your spouse and not be able to ever have a break from it. Does that mean he’ll be alone for the rest of his life? Who knows. He’d need someone like himself and heaven forbid if he ever had kids. I can’t imagine how mentally abused the child would be.
So do me a favour the next time you are in a clothes store and you see 2 adult parents trying to talk a crazy person off the proverbial ledge because of trying to buy new clothes for their ungrateful, ignorant adult child with Apergers, stop fucking staring like you haven’t seen a 3 year old tantrum before. Just mind your own god damned business and stay the fuck out of ours. I am so fucking tired of assholes and assholes with Aspergers.