sam's mum
06-09-2007, 19:47
hi,
not sure how helpful this will be, but I thought that I would give a perspective of what it is like for me as someone with Asperger's. the idea came after someone (sorry can't remember who) asked for help for their niece. I figure (I hope) that I can articulate things better than I could as a kid, so I can probably do better than your kids.
One thing I would say is that each ASD kid will not necessarily be set off by the same things, so all I can say is how things affected me, and how I felt about things.
Hope it helps. :o
I don't like my food to touch each other. My mum learnt this fairly early on, and this is true of my ASD DD also. I have grown out of this, but as a kid - food shouldn't touch.
If I am upset, I want to be by myself. Preferably in a closet. somewhere dark, quiet and alone, with a wall at my back. I don't want to talk, I don't want to be held. I want the world to GO AWAY.
When I feel better, I don't want to talk about it. In fact, a lot of the time I don't even remember what happened. This drives DH NUTS. He will still be upset, I will have totally forgotten about whatever caused the upset in the first place. It also drove my mother nuts. She always thought I was lying. I used to say, it must have been the other girl. I wasn't lying, I truly didn't remember whatever had happened.
If you get it wrong, I will keep explaining or persisting until you get it right. this may be something really really picky. don't say it is brown if it is black. Surely you know that you are wrong! (I have gotten much better at this on the outside now that I am older, I still have issues on the inside though :o )
Don't lie to me. I was devastated when I found out the Santa and the Easter Bunny weren't real and that my parents had been lying to me. I still haven't totally recovered from this emotionally, even though I realise intellectually why they did it. I still find myself questioning the things that they tell me.
No matter how much Mum tries (and she owned a dress shop for many years, so believe me she tried) I won't wear clothes/shoes that mix up different colours. Brown top, black pants sure. I will even wear a red top with blue jeans. But not a whole heap all at once.
The phone. this one is interesting. At work, I can call anyone no problems. At home, I call my mum, my sister, DH and DD. That's it. I hate talking to people on the phone. If they call me and I know them, that is fine. I couldn't even call my Granny (when she was alive that is), and I loved her to bits. Phones and me just don't work.
Ummm, I can't really think of anything else at the moment, and this thread is pretty darn big already. If I think of anything else, I will add it in.
Neo might be able to add stuff too if she sees the thread.
not sure how helpful this will be, but I thought that I would give a perspective of what it is like for me as someone with Asperger's. the idea came after someone (sorry can't remember who) asked for help for their niece. I figure (I hope) that I can articulate things better than I could as a kid, so I can probably do better than your kids.
One thing I would say is that each ASD kid will not necessarily be set off by the same things, so all I can say is how things affected me, and how I felt about things.
Hope it helps. :o
I don't like my food to touch each other. My mum learnt this fairly early on, and this is true of my ASD DD also. I have grown out of this, but as a kid - food shouldn't touch.
If I am upset, I want to be by myself. Preferably in a closet. somewhere dark, quiet and alone, with a wall at my back. I don't want to talk, I don't want to be held. I want the world to GO AWAY.
When I feel better, I don't want to talk about it. In fact, a lot of the time I don't even remember what happened. This drives DH NUTS. He will still be upset, I will have totally forgotten about whatever caused the upset in the first place. It also drove my mother nuts. She always thought I was lying. I used to say, it must have been the other girl. I wasn't lying, I truly didn't remember whatever had happened.
If you get it wrong, I will keep explaining or persisting until you get it right. this may be something really really picky. don't say it is brown if it is black. Surely you know that you are wrong! (I have gotten much better at this on the outside now that I am older, I still have issues on the inside though :o )
Don't lie to me. I was devastated when I found out the Santa and the Easter Bunny weren't real and that my parents had been lying to me. I still haven't totally recovered from this emotionally, even though I realise intellectually why they did it. I still find myself questioning the things that they tell me.
No matter how much Mum tries (and she owned a dress shop for many years, so believe me she tried) I won't wear clothes/shoes that mix up different colours. Brown top, black pants sure. I will even wear a red top with blue jeans. But not a whole heap all at once.
The phone. this one is interesting. At work, I can call anyone no problems. At home, I call my mum, my sister, DH and DD. That's it. I hate talking to people on the phone. If they call me and I know them, that is fine. I couldn't even call my Granny (when she was alive that is), and I loved her to bits. Phones and me just don't work.
Ummm, I can't really think of anything else at the moment, and this thread is pretty darn big already. If I think of anything else, I will add it in.
Neo might be able to add stuff too if she sees the thread.