By JENNIFER JONES
Today I outed my family.
We’ve been a closet Aspie family for eight years now, with only close friends knowing that my husband and two eldest daughters are diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome.
Asperger’s is so well known now so I don’t feel I need to go into a description of what it is, suffice to say that it is on the Autism Spectrum and we’re down the mild end, with my eldest being more the blurry Autistic/Asperger end.
My eldest was so much more obvious when she was little than my second daughter. She had the tell-tale spinning train wheels endlessly but not actually playing with toys, monumental meltdowns, the fussy eating (still continues), social impairment and communication difficulties plus myriad sensory issues. She also had seven movies memorised from start to finish which she would say word for word while walking around the backyard. And she could do a new 200 piece jigsaw at age two in about ten minutes.
Houston, we may have a problem!
Life was not easy when my eldest was a toddler. She’d fly into uncontrollable meltdowns if schedules didn’t go exactly like we’d said, which could last for hours on end. By the time she’d finished we’d both end up exhausted wrecks on the floor. There was a whole lot of what to dos and no understanding or answers.
Life gives you answers if you are silent enough and I remember one day going to the computer and just typing in Autism and bingo, there was my answer. My daughter checked off every single point on the checklist. And while we were looking at it, I looked sideways at my husband who was laughing and saying, “that’s me!”