We sorta have a winner!
I mean, she’s never been formally diagnosed, and it’s certainly a “mild” case compared to other autistic people I’ve known (as a long time secretary to a psychiatrist, I’ve known a bunch) but she is positively blind to some social cues and expectations that you just expect others to understand. Generally the family has learned to react to these incidents with a “Well, that’s just how Mary is” attitude. (Not her real name.)
Because she also doesn’t take being ‘corrected’ at all well. Hurt feelings, sulking, all the way up to melt downs/blow ups. Like, if I’d spoken up when she re-arranged my spices (the first incident, on Day 3) it wouldn’t have been a shock if she’d reacted by insisting that the whole family had to get in the car and go home (five states away!) right that damn minute and to hell with the whole vacation.
So, yes, I appeased her. I figured, what the hell. It’ll only take something like ten minutes to put the spices back to where I want them, and for the sake of not ruining the vacation, I could survive having to hunt for the oregano.
Mainly I hoped they would be too busy doing their various planned fun stuff for her to do anything more. Unfortunately this area has been having pretty awful weather – cloudy and at least scattered rainstorms almost every day. Mostly they still found substitute things to enjoy, but sometimes… yeah. Probably I should have been more careful about keeping an eye on her in time to step in, but I had my own planned activities. Real life needs to go on.
BTW, yes, obviously they were using us as a hotel. That was what we’d planned from the beginning and we’re absolutely fine with that. I don’t know if you’ve ever lived in a TOURIST AREA, but visits from friends and family who want to do the ‘standard’ things are sort of expected and the fact is, for the natives, all that stuff soon enough has been done to death. I never want to set foot on the Freedom Trail again. I’ve seen enough games at Fenway Park. I absolutely refuse to ever enter Sturbridge Village again. Etc. I way prefer waving them off with a cheery “Have fun” to having to tour the Louisa May Alcott house YET AGAIN.
The Incident of the Dinner just really, really got under my skin!
Oh well. Today is their last day here, they’re scheduled to hit the road at 8 a.m. tomorrow. So I will just be extra careful about leaving her unsupervised while in the house – less than 24 hours to go!
And, absolutely I will never agree to having them visit again, but it’s not too likely to come up. This is the first time ever they’ve stayed with us in the decades we’ve been related. Also hubby and I are getting old enough and have enough accumulated medical things between us that I can easily explain why it unfortunately just WON’T BE POSSIBLE.