- I have been acquainted with five autistic people since the early 2000s:
- 2 elementary school children around 7 years old at separate schools, and 1 high school sophomore around 15, all during my School Psychologist Internships lasting 9 weeks each;
- One of two sons of close neighbors whom we have know their whole lives, and both of whom are now in their mid-20s.
- And the grandson of a next-door neighbor who visited his grandfather with his mother, almost bi-weekly and who is now abpit 20.
- The first 2 were a delight, IMO, and an easy introduction to neurodivergent young children.
- The 4th has âblossomedâ, so to speak, within his secure family and, although still living at home, has learned to drive and is not attempting to get his driverâs license, working out at the gym, and hoping to work as clerk in a grocery market or delivery person.
- The 5th is the principle character in the following story:
- His grandmother and my mother-in-law were âcomadresâ, i.e. mutual god-parents, neighbors, and both loved gardening, next door to each other. The womenâs husbands were responsible for watering their separate yards. My father-in-law was the most willing. Mr. Garcia watered his yard and flowers more and more haphazardly the older he became. Mr. Garciaâs watering annoyed my the be-jeezus out of my mother-in-law because he flood both sides of the fence and, because our yard is lower than the Garciaâs, plants and dirt ran down our driveway.
- Eventually, the Garcias and my in-laws began to die: 1st first Ms. Garcia and then my father-in-law. Then Christmas 2009, my mother-in-law died and was buried. Sometime later, Mr. Garciaâs daughter and grandson visited him; and while his daughter did light chores in her fatherâs house, her son played in the yard. When the daughter took a break or finished her chores, she joined her father and son in the backyard. And while they sat under the jackaranda tree, the autistic kid told his mother that "the old woman next door had appeared and asked him to tell his grandfather that she was sorry for giving him a hard time over his haphazard watering and flooding her plants and the driveway. Shocked by her sonâs story, she told her father what my mother-in-law had said. And years of annoyance and grievance just washed down our driveway, leaving only this story and me to tell it here. And the daughter told my wife and me the story, so that we would know that my mother-in-law is alive and well and that weâll see her again in the next world, if not sooner in this world.
- The 5th is the principle character in the following story:
I greatly appreciate your wife and your vulnerability and frankness in sharing these struggles, @marusso Pastor Russo.
I think that this discussion can help a lot of people.
I have shared this, and will share it more.
Wow, this is a great way of describing it⌠I think that many on this website are on the autism spectrumâand many are just learning that that is the case about ourselves.
Here, too, is a cartoon I first saw on the Humor thread, which seems relevant, and made me chuckle.
Good observations.
One thing I have noted is that churches may be challenging environments for ND because there is often an expectation of warm social relationships, including talking with many people. There is perhaps not an opportunity to just walk in, sit and listen because someone always comes to greet and discuss. Great for NT but not ND.
A practical solution to this problem may be that you come to the meeting at the last minute, when the service is about to start, and leave the place immediately after the service, before anyone comes to talk. Coming a minute after the service has started would be an even better option but for some ND, coming late may be such a problem that they rather stay out than come too late.
We once asked from a ND person visiting our home with his wife that what would be the optimal church for him (he was a believer). His answer was: a church including one person.
From that link:
- If youâve met one autistic person, youâve met one autistic person;
- Everyoneâs autism presents differently and therefore phenomena that arise from autism in me do not necessarily arise in other autistic people, and that doesnât mean they arenât rooted in my autism. To put it another way, you cannot simply say âwell my cousin is autistic and they donât so itâs not an autism thingâ - it doesnât work that way.
Those apply to being bipolar as well. I was in a support group for a while in my university days where one therapist insisted we shouldnât say âIâm bipolarâ but âI suffer from bipolar disorderâ, while another held that we should identify closely with the condition and so the first phrase wasnât a bad thing.
One big difference in bipolar terms is that some of us can â to use the old terms â be both manic and depressed at the same time, something a German researcher called âdark maniaâ. That isnât common and it sets those who experience it apart from other bipolar folks. Another difference is in duration of episodes; some people can cycle between manic and depressive eight or ten times in a day on occasion while for others episodes last days.
I was told by one health worker that I have autistic traits that show sometimes that could possibly qualify as autistic, at least while Iâm in a mild to moderate manic phase.
One of the people I felt closest to in my life hardly talked and I didnât need to either. Even at the Seattle Seafair for the parade (we were in a marching band) one year we went through almost the entire place without a word â lots of pointing and grinning or scowling and body language, but nothing spoken (other band members thought we were weird and made jokes about us having telepathy). I donât know if he ever knew how much he meant to me.
I find that when Iâm doing conservation work. Every now and then someone really wants to know about what Iâm doing, and I will fall into what one acquaintance called âsalesman modeâ and be bright and communicative, but afterwards I generally switch from whatever I was doing to something meditative and mellow requiring not a lot of energy or thought.
Right now I canât remember if thatâs an aspect of bipolar or not.
I tried one church in my university years and left the second time I was there when the pastor asked for anyone with âa demon of mental illnessâ to come forward and be annointed and prayed for. They were all so certain that everyone is actually ânormalâ unless thereâs demonic stuff involved.
I was recently at a Bible translation conference and one of the plenary speakers mentioned that all of the metaphors and figurative language of the Bible can be very challenging for many people on the spectrum who struggle to interpret it. He suggested that there should be a Bible translation in very literal language. As someone who loves all the figurative language, I thought this was an interesting thought.
Up until the event that triggered my bipolar affliction I fit with the first line; afterwards itâs been more the second.
- The propensity of the Deaf (i.e. from birth or pre-lingual Deaf) to read the written word and assume that it is literal in meaning has consequences that range from magical to humorous to tragic, and least frequently, IMO, salutory and realiastic. And trying to interpret the written word figuratively can leave the Deaf person not trusting the interpreter.
Oh my goodness!
Itâs almost how I felt after reading John Piperâs book âWhen I donât Desire God.â He concluded, if I remember rightly, that if the reader doesnât desire God as he prescribes the reader should, then the reader might be experiencng depression or some form of mental illness. And Piper didnât understand about that.
Eyeroll.
I was disappointed to say the least.
THanks for your openness about your experiences.
Thatâs why we need good signed Bible translations. They are in the works in many of the major signed languages of the world. At the conference one of the plenaries was given by a Deaf presenter. There was an interpreter into spoken English. Someone complimented her on how expressive her interpretation was and she shrugged and said âWell, he was a very dynamic signer. Some signers are boring and some are very animated.â I thought that was so fascinating and yet, obvious.
- I saw my ffirst here: Deaf Missions App: Old Testament, New Testament, ASL Passages, and âThe Life of Christâ
- Deaf signers.
- Iâve out of touch with the Deaf almost too long, I struggled to understand Genesis.
- My cousin, youngest child of Deaf Parents who had 5 kids: 2 Deaf daughters, 1 Hearing daughter, and 2 hearing sons. Ursula has been a life-long interpreter for the Deaf and is married to a Preacher in West Virginia.
- Her Deaf sister liked the app. Ursula emailed me this:
- " Hello Terry,
Yes I have heard of it when they were starting out with this project.
I looked over the beginning chapters of Genesis and of Exodus. The expressive signing, facial expressions are very well done.
Unfortunately, especially the Genesis one, the story teller embellished some passages and omitted others.
If they presented it as Bible stories, I would agree to that. But it seems by the title ASL Bible, they are presenting it as the scriptures being signed. The one in Exodus comes much closer to doing that.
So I think it would be creatively interesting for the deaf to watch, but not necessarily spiritually sound.
Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I appreciate it.
Blessings to you and your wife.
With love,
your cousin Ursula
- I donât know how âcreationistâ mt cousin is, but I wouldnât be surprised to find out that sheâs a YEC.
Interesting. I presented a paper at that conference on implicit values that go into assessments of translation quality, and one of the (minor) points was that the quality control metrics we have been accostomed to using for written translations donât align as well with the values expressed by the Deaf community for evaluating signed translations because of the performative and necessarily embodied nature of signed languages.
- In my ancient experience, there are roughly two kinds of ASL Interpreters: stage performers and serious. non-performing interpreters. Pity the Deaf at the mercy of the performers. I werenât one, except entertaining family or friends.
This was just voice interpretation from ASL to English over an audio channel. The plenary talk was given in ASL by a Deaf man.