
No, first they tried to "cure" whatever it was via ECT, then when that didn't work, they suggested institutionalizing me. (My parents said "no".) Although, my mother (I was adopted) did derive a perverse pleasure out of holding that over my head as a threat from time to time as I grew up. Those were the "times", though! Strangely, I find I can laugh about it now.
First, at the age of about 3, my parents were told that I would probably be in a wheelchair by the time I was about 12 (gross motor skills still weren't very good or had regressed), and I would probably not live past the age of 20. (Needless to say, my 20s were terror, as I expected to die any day......until I reached the age of 30, and then realized they were full of it!)
Shows you how far recognition and knowledge of autism has come in the U.S. since the archaic 50s and early 60s, doesn't it?
All of the above came from when I was examined and treated at the University of Michigan medical center (or behaviorial science or child psychiatric units or whatever they were called at the time) - right around the periods of the late 50s and early 60s. If the U of M ever DID officially diagnose me as "autistic", that was never told to me, and that word was never ever used in the house. So until two weeks, ago, I hadn't even ever considered it myself (neither has the medical and psychiatric/psychological field since then).
For the most part, people thought I somehow must be "mistaken" about what little I had been told prognosis-wise (as mentioned above), until just this last week (after diagnosing myself as Autistic), I did find these two quotes from articles, which vindicate me. Hoorah!!!
"People tend to think the average life expectancy of an autistic is 18 to 21 years," said Stephen Shore, director of Autism Spectrum Disorders Consulting and instructor of Special Education at Lesley University in Cambridge, MA."
"Autism was once thought to be a rare disorder. Knowledge of this condition—its diagnosis, management, causes, course, and outcome—was not considered necessary for most mental health practitioners. It was only minimally covered and discussed in child psychiatry fellowships or residencies.
When I began my child psychiatry training at the children’s psychiatric hospital at the University of Michigan Medical Center, I was assigned five autistic children to treat. I read whatever I could about the management and treatment of such children.
In 1960, we routinely blamed parents for their autistic children, and we had little available in our therapeutic armamentarium to treat these children and help their families. As a resident/fellow,
I was advised to help families work through their grief and disappointment at having an autistic child and help them recognize that, in all probability, their child would be hospitalized and/or institutionalized for the rest of his or her life."
Autism Spectrum Disorders: A Research Review for Practitioners, edited by Sally Ozonoff, Ph.D., Sally J. Rogers, Ph.D., and Robert L. Hendren, D.O. Washington, D.C., American Psychiatric Publishing, 2003, 296 pp.
Actually, I LOVED it whenever I was hospitalized......which was a lot......because I was never really "sick", and when I was in the hospital for "observation", I was finally left alone to my own thoughts, etc. and sensory disturbances were decreased, so I was in heaven during those times. HAH! I was always "there", though, even if they thought I was consciously "gone" somewhere.
Hey, you folks have been great in indulging my examination of the differences between Aspergers and HFA! Can't tell you how much I appreciate it!
sense when was child abuse EVER legal? i cnat belive they do these things to autsitics!
no one ever said id be in a wheel chair, but ive been told constantly thatim going to die young, i nearly did many times, infact i was close for about 2 years when my fibro got so bad that my pshycial health shot horribley. i still have that lingering thought of "oh im 17, suprised i made it to 17, and im likley to die any year now" i was told that by my peers becuase of the way i talk, my dyspraxia (clumsy motor skills), and teh fact that i seem to be sick more often than well.
its probably complete bull, but being told thousands of times, anyone would feel like it was a distinct possibility.
i am always happier to be home alone in my room a smuch as psossible, where its MY environment. its wonderful. my dad always worries taht iam too antisocial or dont get out enough, which is nice, but annoying. my mom was phsycotic about being overpotective, she didnt want me to socialize, and demdned that i not even speak to males at school. she didnt seem to notcie taht inever had female freinds, girls hated me generally. so when i moved in with my dad at 14, i didnt even understand the concept of why i was expected to socialise or go out for social reasons at all.