I’m reminded of how author Eric Chen rewrote a passage from Mark Haddon’s “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time” to better match his experience of growing up with ASD.
Original:
And one day, Julie sat down at a desk next to me and put a tube of Smarties on the desk, and she said, “Christopher, what do you think is in here?”
And I said, “Smarties”.
Then she took the top off the Smarties tube and turned it upside down and a little pencil came out and she laughed and I said, “It’s not Smarties, it’s a pencil”.
Then she put the little red pencil back inside the Smarties tube and put the top back on.
Then she said, “If your Mommy came in now, and we asked her what was inside the Smarties tube, what do you think she would say?”, because I used to call Mother Mummy then, not Mother.
And I said, “A pencil”.
That was because when I was little I didn’t understand about other people having minds. And Julie said to Mother and Father that I would always find this very difficult. But I don’t find this difficult now. Because I decided that it was a kind of puzzle, and if something is a puzzle there is always a way of solving it.
Chen’s revision:
I was put in a cold room smelling of strangeness-A (translated: antiseptic). The lady with big black glasses asked me many questions. I just answered as much as I can.
For example, she showed me a Smarties (tube) and asked me what it is. I said, “Smarties”. Then she took out a pencil from the Smarties (tube) and made some odd sounds and movement (translated: slight laughing and smiling).
I remained still, not knowing what to do or say, except that the light glaring off her glasses is disturbing me, so I flicked my eyes around her spectacle frame. She asked me what I saw. Glancing at her hand, I replied “a pencil”. Then she put the pencil back into the Smarties tube.
She asked me, “If your Mommy came in now, and we asked her what was inside the Smarties tube, what do you think she would say?”
I took a while to understand what she said. It was a long sentence and I must grind through it carefully. She repeated the question again, and again. After a while, I concluded that it meant: “What is inside the tube?” So I answered her: “A pencil.”
And no one ever knew what was really happening.