LAMENTATIONS OF A FIFTY-SOMETHING YEAR OLD HIGH-FUNCTIONING AUTISTIC
Though I already knew it in my head,
I recently realized in my heart that I’m a little more than halfway to the ripe sort-of-old age of sixty.
While having been on the Autism Spectrum – Asperger’s to be exact (or that’s what it used to be called according to what I’ve heard)
I want to emphasize that this is not intended to be a “woe is me” type of post as on the grander scheme of things, I have to say that my life has been pretty okay;
- I have a roof over my head
- I have food to eat
- I have a decent bed to sleep in
- I have electricity and hot running water
- I live in a decent neighborhood with no gangs, drug dealing or serious crime
- I have a bachelor’s degree from a prestigious university and was in the workforce for over twenty years
- I wrote a book detailing my experiences with living in the mainstream while being on the spectrum called WALKING ON EGGSHELLS: Living With Asperger’s Syndrome in a Non-Asperger’s World (available on Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com)
- I currently have two blogs, a sports blog called SoCal Sports Chronicles (http://www.socalsportschronicles.wordpress.com) and this one, which I have had for eight and going on nine years, repectively
and…
- Though I have high blood pressure and am overweight to the point of some concern, due to a regular fitness regimen I can say that I’m in relatively okay health.
Particularly with the roof over my head and food to eat, that’s something that I’m definitely thankful to God for considering the homeless epidemic in my hometown of Los Angeles in particular, the number of homeless camps that I often see, and the increasing encounters with panhandlers while I’m out and about;
By the way, I always buy them food and (especially) water from whatever eatery (supermarket, fast food place) that I’m nearby whenever I’m asked for spare change, which guarantees that the money I spend on them – which is more than I would part with if I simply gave them cash – does some good.
Yes, I can safely say that I’ve been blessed in this life – again, all thanks to God!
Something that needs to be required for EVERYONE when it comes to those on the autism spectrum…
HOWEVER,
As I go through my mid-fifties and begin to see my sixtieth birthday around the corner,
I have had unhappy thoughts about, well…
Being left behind in life compared to my peers and the people I grew up with and knew in my formidable years.
This is especially evident when I go on Facebook and see posts of friends and acquaintances,
Some of them going back to the mid-to-late 1970s,
With pictures of not only their spouses and kids, with many of them not being such kids anymore,
But with their grandchildren as well.
Seeing so many people I know enjoying the good life with their vacations to spectacuarly scenic places and get togethers with close friends on Facebook,
While the last time I was out of the Los Angeles area for any kind of fun vacation time was twelve years ago,
Likewise induces “left behind” feelings, as for a long time I’ve felt like a kid with no money standing outside a candy store watching other kids buying and eating candy to their hearts’ delight, like Charlie Bucket in the original 1971 children’s classic movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
This is what I wanted to ask all those fellow folks on the autism spectrum who may be reading this…
Have you ever felt that you were left behind compared to your peers in what is considered life’s milestones?
Are many, if not most, of your peers married with children and nice houses and a large enough income to be able to live a (relatively) good life, while you’re not?
I’m asking this because I have felt left behind compared to my peers for a long time,
Ever since high school when I failed my written driver’s test more than once while seemingly everyone else passed their tests with flying colors and were practically rolling in their cars the next day.
As well as being forced to go to the prom with a fixed up date due to no one wanting to go with me,
Who clearly gave off a “I’m going with such a goofy mark!” vibe while seemingly everyone else was having a grand and glorious time with their significant others as nearly forty years later, I still feel that I should have never gone to that senior prom.
Those are only a couple of examples of my feeling/being left behind in life, as if I listed every instance of being such this post would be extremely long.
I KNOW, I KNOW…
I shouldn’t compare myself with others and be happy with the blessings that God gave me, which I know he has given.
And as I’ve said, I’m not crying or screaming “Woe is me!” over this, nor am I intending to do such;
Don’t worry about me, I’m not going to do anything crazy to myself.
But sometimes I just can’t help those thoughts of being left behind.
And sometimes I just can’t help wishing I was in that “candy shop”, so to speak.
I’m pretty sure it’s all due to having been in the mainstream in school and beyond with neurotypicals since age six.
All right,
I think I’ve done enough rambling.
If there’s anyone out there on the spectrum who, like me, has felt left behind in society and in life in general,
Please don’t keep it a secret – feel free to let me know in the comments!
Regarding people on the autism spectrum, I couldn’t have said this better!