05-12-2006, 12:30 AM
It took me a few decades but when I was trying to figure out where my son got his aspergers I started realizing that my mother always seemed a bit different but it wasn't until recently that I concluded what would be obvious to someone familiar with Aspergers.
Imagine being raised by your child with Aspergers. I can tell you what that's like. My mother just couldn't connect with us. I thought it was a generation gap. My mother couldn't listen to us pour our hearts out. She couldn't hug us. Tell us she loved us. She had seven kids and I could never understand how it was that she had so many if she seemed to keep them at arms length.
We'd walk into the kitchen and ask her a question and she'd start saying her recipe aloud so she wouldn't get confused and mess up the meal. It meant "Leave the room." when she did that. So we'd stop talking and walk out.
When we did things that would upset any of our friend's moms had they been our mother, my mother would not get upset. She'd seem to just go inward. She never reacted outwardly.
I never saw my parents fight. They never argued behind closed doors. They discussed their differences if they had any.
I spent my 20s, 30s and 40s trying to figure out how to act in social situations. How I was supposed to respond if someone had good news, bad news, tragic news. How I was supposed to react at a baby shower, bridal shower, wedding reception, birthday party. In a group. On the phone.
It was all trial and error. Lots of error. And lots of anxiety.
Imagine being raised by your child with Aspergers. I can tell you what that's like. My mother just couldn't connect with us. I thought it was a generation gap. My mother couldn't listen to us pour our hearts out. She couldn't hug us. Tell us she loved us. She had seven kids and I could never understand how it was that she had so many if she seemed to keep them at arms length.
We'd walk into the kitchen and ask her a question and she'd start saying her recipe aloud so she wouldn't get confused and mess up the meal. It meant "Leave the room." when she did that. So we'd stop talking and walk out.
When we did things that would upset any of our friend's moms had they been our mother, my mother would not get upset. She'd seem to just go inward. She never reacted outwardly.
I never saw my parents fight. They never argued behind closed doors. They discussed their differences if they had any.
I spent my 20s, 30s and 40s trying to figure out how to act in social situations. How I was supposed to respond if someone had good news, bad news, tragic news. How I was supposed to react at a baby shower, bridal shower, wedding reception, birthday party. In a group. On the phone.
It was all trial and error. Lots of error. And lots of anxiety.