My son is Level 2 support needs autistic.
He is six. He asked his father the other day if he will have a disability for the rest of his life.
We told him that he will be autistic for the rest of his life, but that whether he has a disability or not will be for him to judge, and that it could feel different at different times. We also told him that some people view it as a disability and others as a difference, and that his father and I see it as somewhere in the middle.
He has some pretty significant issues, difficulty regulating emotions that leads to screaming and hitting, to the extent that we’re taking him out of public school. He will be attending a school specifically for neurodiverse children where all staff have extensive training. We recently learned that he has a sleep disorder that probably contributes to the behavioral issues. We are addressing that this month with tonsillectomy/adenoidectomy (which comes with its own challenges - due to his feeding disorder I expect him to eat nothing after the surgery, so now I have to worry about whether I’m going to have to take my kid into the ER at some point after surgery because he won’t eat popsicles or ice cream or smoothies or anything you’re supposed to eat.)
My son feels everything very deeply and is a real sweetheart, but he often lacks the ability to communicate his empathy (at least in the neurotypical way) so not everyone gets how deeply he loves. He might totally ignore his cousins by all appearances during a birthday party, but then later ask why So-and-so wasn’t there.
He also frequently comes off as rude because he doesn’t understand how his words and tone of voice impact people. He’s so smart that he thinks he has a right to understand everything, right now, without delay. He can’t stand to wait for anything. He can’t stand when things don’t go exactly his way. And since everything usually comes easy to him, he often gives up at the slightest bit of resistance.
His capacity to understand mathematics boggles my mind. He easily grasped square numbers, square roots and negative numbers at age three. I taught him binary numbers when he was four. It took him just three examples to learn pretty much immediately. He constantly plays around with numbers and calculations to identify patterns. If he were not autistic, I’m pretty sure he would love math, but the autistic level of obsession means he is always advancing his understanding.
He also has severe ADHD and additional executive function issues due to the sleep disorder.
He’s having a rough time and I don’t know if he’s always going to have a rough time, but we’re trying to teach him all the skills and tools we can to make it easier to get by in a neurotypical world.
I’m firmly of the view that my son has a disability. I’m trying not to make it a self-fulfilling prophecy that he will always have a disability. But right now there’s no other way I can look at it.
I do think he’s extraordinary and the best thing that ever happened to me, and I wouldn’t want him to be a different person. I want him to have fewer difficulties but I also know it comes with the territory of who he is.
I have diagnosed ADHD and have questioned whether I am also autistic. I even went for an evaluation once but had to stop in the middle of the evaluation when the therapist was clearly incompetent. She didn’t know how to properly use the diagnostic tools and she kept bringing up my trauma, as psychodynamic therapists tend to do, which inevitably made me feel worse. So I quit.
And maybe I never get the answer.
I’ve seen ADHD proclaimed as a superpower where I can see my own ADHD as nothing else than an obvious cognitive deficit. It does probably make me more creative, which is nice, and I can spend hours and hours hyperfixated on a task, which is also nice, but I feel like an idiot at least five times a day, which is not nice (today, for example, I dropped my son off at camp and realized I was still wearing my slippers, so I had to go home and put on real shoes before work.) I feel overwhelmed every day of my life. I manage to accomplish tasks mainly through constant hypervigilance. I always excelled in school and I always felt stupid around my high-achieving peers even when I was out-performing them. I always felt like they had some secret that allowed them to just live the lives they wanted to live. And when I was 36 I learned why I felt this way, and huge parts of my life made a lot more sense.