Neurodiversity, Grief, and the Normal Minority, Part Two

Leaving behind one’s own normality

Having an autistic child means that an able-bodied parent can no longer lay claim to being normal.  I don’t care if that autistic child grows up to win the Nobel Prize, marry the President’s daughter, and buy a retirement home in the Swiss Alps; the minute a parent gets that autism diagnosis, normal is over.  All done.  Kaput.  Never to return.

You know those angels with the flaming swords, guarding the path to the garden of Eden?  They’re the same ones standing between able-bodied autism parents and their formerly normal selves.

You hang out with marginalized people and, sooner or later, you get marginalized.  Anyone who has ever been in a public school knows this to be the case.  Parents, remember the kids you didn’t want to hang out with, the ones you avoided like the plague, the ones you secretly (or not so secretly) made fun of, the ones by whom you didn’t want to be tainted by association?

Now your kid is one of them — which makes you one of them.

This inconvenient truth is what leads people to scream their heads off about how it must be the vaccines that cause autism, or the environmental toxins, or anything other than genetics because — gah! — if autism is genetic, that must mean that you’re one of us.

I’ll let you in on a little secret:  You are one of us.  Bwahahaha!  Welcome to our world.

Sometimes, I wonder whether parents exclude autistic people from the conversation about autism in an attempt to maintain the illusion of their own normality.  Perhaps, in their heart of hearts, they want to believe that their autistic children will never grow up to be us — as wonderful as we are — so that the parents can somehow disassociate themselves from us and return to the grieved-for land of normal.  I’m not sure, but it certainly seems that there is a disdain for autistic adults in the autism community that borders on the irrational.  I’m not sure exactly where it all comes from, but I think that a desire to avoid being tainted for life by us is certainly part of it.

The fact is that, like it or not, autism parents have entered the condition of most people who live on this earth.  Few of us are normal.  In fact, the people who fit the criteria of normal are a very distinct minority, indeed.  But for this minority, all kinds of accommodations, privileges, and services are available — a point that leads me to the third source of grief.

Feeling frightened about the autistic child’s future

My feeling is that grief is a natural part of the process of having a disabled child and, contrary to somewhat popular opinion, it’s not always about wanting a different child.  It’s often about just being scared shitless on behalf of the one you have.  You watch your kid getting bullied, you see the pain the child experiences from being made to feel apart, and you worry about whether your adult child will find a partner, have even a small circle of supportive friends, and be happy.  And these fears are not unfounded.  A great deal of the time, the unhappiness that we face is not caused by the autism itself, but by the bigotry and cruelty of other people.

As a parent, I see nothing wrong with grieving that your child is going to face prejudice and attempts at exclusion for his or her entire life.  You’d have to be living in a fantasy world to think that a disabled person is going to avoid all that in society as presently constituted, and the question of the child’s happiness under those circumstances is crucial.

What any parent of any child wants is that doors open for the child, not close.  And most people understand that being normal means that you have access to the best jobs, the best educational opportunities, and the widest range of social opportunities.  Normal people get to apply to college and, if they get in, they just pay their money and show up.  They don’t have to fill out several pages’ worth of information about the accommodations they need and hope like hell that those accommodations are deemed “reasonable” (by non-disabled people, no less!), so that they can go to the college they’ve worked so hard to get into.

No, normal people already have those accommodations provided for them, without even asking.  It’s a wondrous thing.

And what happens when you don’t have those accommodations provided as a matter of course?  An easy life, it isn’t.  It’s natural to grieve that.  Of course, the main thing is not to get stuck in the grief and turn your kid (and yourself) into a victim.

So what do we do?

Do we focus on a cure, do we focus on making autistic people “indistinguishable from peers,” or do we work to build a world in which all the people who fall outside the realm of normal have equal access and equal rights?  If we set out to do more than one of these tasks, how do we apportion our time and attention?

I consider it vital that we not make autistic people hold all the responsibility for change.  Certainly, there is nothing wrong with trying to help an autistic child communicate effectively and navigate the world, but doing so cannot be a substitute for fighting to change social and cultural attitudes about normality.  And the reason is simple:  We will never be normal, and idle dreams about elusive cures are a distraction from the work that needs doing.

I passed for normal, to a greater or lesser extent, for most of my life.  I still can, in certain contexts.  Does that mean that my problems are solved?  No.  Does it mean that I can walk through the world, assuming that I will be respected and included?  No.  My difference becomes apparent eventually and, given the wrong circumstances, immediately.  Being married, having a child, earning a graduate degree, writing books, and owning a house — none of it changes the fact that the quality of my life is deeply affected by the attitudes I encounter regarding my difference, by the degree to which people accommodate it, and by the ways in which people exclude me on the basis of it.  No amount of passing, and no amount of achievement, will ever change that.

Autism parents, do you not want to know this?

I have always known that I am different.  Others have always known that I am different.  At some very blessed and happy times in my life, other people have seen my difference as a very good thing.  And at some very low and very unhappy times in my life, other people have found my difference something to be derided, shamed, even beaten out of me.

Over the course of my life, I’ve acquired skills and learned to adapt, but at my core, I’ve never really changed.  I’ve always been autistic.  My context changed — sometimes for the better, sometimes not — and those changes had a tremendous influence on whether I succeeded at work, in relationships, and with friends.  They made the difference between being abled and being disabled.  And the impact upon my self-esteem and self-respect was directly proportional to how much support and respect I received.

So, if you aim for apparent normality as a way to resolve your fears about your autistic child’s life, please be aware that you will not fully solve the problem.  Yes, helping your child to navigate the world is crucial, but it can’t be the end of the story.  Your child will always be different.  Your child will always know that he or she is different — as will others.  Your child will never blend completely.  Accepting a socially constructed reality called normal, as though it is available to your child means, to borrow Murphy’s words, being complicit in one of the “human artifices whose purpose is to perpetuate society, not clarify it.”

Perpetuating the status quo will not help anyone who has left the land of normal.  Clarifying the status quo and fighting to change it means creating a world in which many millions of people — including your child — will finally take their place in the full light of human dignity.

Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg blogs at Journeys with Autism.

Neurodiversity, Grief, and the Normal Minority and is republished with permission.  Part one can be found here.

Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg’s Memoir is The Uncharted Path.

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  1. Gwen McKay says:

    “Normal” may be an illusion, but it is a very potent one, as you say. At its core, it’s just another class distinction that needs to be left behind in a modern society; but it’s so pervasive that many people don’t see it for what it is.

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