Friday, 1 March 2024
Masks: to wear or not to wear
Saturday, 4 March 2017
School reports: spotting the autism
I decided it might be useful to see if there were any clues to indicate that I had autism. After all, I went on to have a diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome in my mid-20s and it's something that would have been present throughout my childhood too.
I have copied out quotes from the reports.
Primary School
- She does not always listen to instructions very attentively and is apt to day-dream.
- Art work remains immature (!!) Poor motor control and finds drawing accurately, cutting out smoothly, etc., very difficult.
- PE - Finds all ball skills extremely difficult. I have dyspraxia.
- She has strong opinions and will voice them readily in discussion. She is not swayed by what anyone else thinks.
- She sometimes finds it difficult to concentrate on aural work. I do have sensory overload problems and too much information can make me shut down.
- It took time for her to settle into a new class routine as she initially seemed unhappy at new friendship groupings. I guess I was a bit resistant to change?
- She writes very imaginatively.
- She is very much an individualist and likes to fully understand each task before she works on it. This makes sense because I like to know everything about something.
Secondary School
- Occasionally seems to be in a dream when instructions are given out, but once she knows what to do she gets on well. That'll be the sensory overload.
- She is very independent in spirit and in behaviour, and on the whole this is no bad thing, but it can be a handicap during some science experiments when there is not enough apparatus for people to work on their own. Enquiring mind. I do like my own company but this was during my first year of secondary school. I didn't know anyone in my form well or at all whereas the others had ready-made friendship groups imported from their primary schools. It is hard to join existing friendship groups but even harder for someone with autism.
- Quiet, conscientious worker. Single-minded. I am a determined sort of person and will give it my all when I am focused and want to.
- Music - She needs to try to work more cooperatively in a small group; she does not always fully grasp the requirements of the task given, and needs further explanation before she can proceed - possibly this is because she tends to let her mind wander. I don't think I necessarily heard the task correctly and understood it because of my sensory overload and taking instructions literally. Sometimes the music tasks where too abstract such as compose a music piece to reflect time. I remember that well and thinking I dunno, this means nothing to me so I just added some banging on a triangle to suggest a clock striking. The work was considered rather unsophisticated but I didn't have much of a clue of how to meet the learning outcomes.
- She is underachieving this year. She is disengages herself from class activities to a startling extent, and does not work well at all as part of a team. This year 8 English teacher regularly upset me. I did brilliantly well with my Year 7 English teacher who praised me and got me out of my shell and I wrote lots of creative and exciting bits of work. The following year this dragon came along and I felt I couldn't be me. I felt wrong all the time so I withdrew. My year 7 teacher taught me in year 9 and was horrified by how much I had not progressed.
- PE - she appears to have difficulty co-operating with her peers. I didn't like PE because I felt that the picking of the teams were unnecessarily cruel because two sporty popular people were given the posts of team captains and it was always horrible to be one of the last to be picked. I felt like some bloody ball and chain on their otherwise great netball/hockey team.
- Science - she works quietly and on her own most of the time. She can sometimes show some reluctance to do an activity, particularly those requiring group work or presentations. Yup, the loner/poor socal skills thing.
- Written work thorough. I have a great attention to detail when I put my mind to it.
- I have been particularly pleased that a pupil who is shy by nature has made such an effort to take an active part in lessons (GCSE Sociology). Its easy why - I liked the teacher who plainly liked me as it was clear I loved his subject and we both shared the dislike for people who don't want to learn to the extent that they spoil it for others. Interestingly, I met him in a pub in my late 20s and he remembered me, thanking me for giving him all my typed up GCSE and A Level notes.
- She produces a nice tone on the recorder :p
- It appears that she is constantly making excuses for herself in some lessons. I wonder why an able girl says that she is not able to learn something? (GCSE - Head of year) I wish I could remember what it was that I said I couldn't learn.
Sixth Form - A Levels
Theology- She has suffered some recent setbacks in Old Testament. I wish I knew what that meant, although it must be referring to the module on my Religious Studies course. I think it was a bit information overload and intense since we were analysing verses out of the Bible on themes, such as human destination, God's identity and worship style. We were looking at the OT to see how the view of life after death changed is no small task for a 16/17 year old. I remember how we studied Moses and the burning bush and how God revealed his name.
- Her greatest problem is getting her good ideas down, in a logical order, whilst working at speed.
- Has a rambling approach to essays
- She makes many interesting and very individual verbal contributions in class.
- She is producing work at a variable standard - if at all. I found that if I didn't have an interest in something, I would be totally turned off. Mind you, I wanted to study A Level Economics but there wasn't enough students so we got put in a Business and Economics combined A Level class which wasn't what I wanted to study.
- No effort to participate or contribute to discussion. Boring subject.
- Surprised by a high grade in the mock exam. I can pull things out of the bag at last minute if I have to.
- She must ask for help if needed.
- Evidence of thorough revision
- Never afraid to ask questions and take part in discussions.
- Her contributions are thoughtful and always to the point.
- Determined student
- Well structured written work and focused on the questions
- I just liked the subject and teacher so I was in a safe place to be me and not allow others to put me off my enjoyment of the course.
- She needs to be much more open about her difficulties, seeking support outside of lesson time.
- I gave up this course as I couldn't process getting A grades in Statistics and ungraded in the other units.
- She can always be relied upon
- She sometimes appears to be very negative about her work.
- She is a quiet, thoughtful and loyal member of the form.
- She has a very strong sense of what is right and wrong.
Conclusions
Tuesday, 28 February 2017
Dealing with lots going on at work: how to get organised
As a former ICT lecturer and IT trainer, I think that not enough time is given to staff to learn how to use their computing tools. It is assumed that we somehow just figure it out on our own. We don't. If we don't know a function is there, we won't be magically looking for it unless we have that curious disposition. Many IT users are scared of doing something wrong. Its understandable.
Thursday, 23 February 2017
Coping with work-related mistakes
We all make mistakes at some point. Some people make mistakes with a shocking frequency but I think the majority of us take some pride in ourselves and want to do our best most or all of the time.
Sometimes I make mistakes although I hate it when I do. I tend to internalise it and put it down to my autism as the cause, as if I would be perfect if it wasn't for some unrelenting and cruel disability. It stares at me, holding me back, like it is jealous of me reaching my potential. I become incredibly fed-up and angry at what I perceive to be caused by some genetic injustice or design error. By no fault of my own I have got this malfunctioning brain that is making me mess up in a way that no one else would do, who would identify as neuro typical.
Cue lots of tears, frustration and shaking a fist in the direction of some vague deity concept. I get all theological and philosophical, wondering about why a (possibly Christian?!) God would make me from a design that had inherit mistakes in it. I ponder predestination and if I am "meant" to experience all this supposed autistic-derived suffering because human freewill is potentially a nonexistent construct?! God has already decided before I was born of my life's trajectory and I am merely a puppet controlled by its cruel puppet master, toying with its humankind.
I think of the unfairness of why I was born with such quirks. I can recognise autism had given me lots of benefits such as thinking in the way that I do and approaching tasks in novel and creative ways. I see that if utilised properly, it could be of great use in some workplaces and wider society. I get all that.
But I fail to ever see how sensory overload is a personality style but rather it is somewhat of a curse. It appears to me to be outside of a cognitive style. I might explore this later.
So there I am, getting ridiculously over the top and contemplating some deep topics all because I had made a mistake at work.
And actually when I calmed down and started to be a bit more rational and logical, I realised the instructions I was given were nonsensical or lacked the preciseness that I required. I had a wild stab in the dark guessing what was asked of me, and in good faith I completed the task to the best of my ability.
The trouble is, the instructions lead me up the wrong garden path (not literally!). After talking with some neuro typical people, I realised too that autistic people don't have some monopoly or rather unique experience to dealing with vague instructions. Yes, we do require a higher level of accuracy in instructions and find reading between the lines a challenge, but the neuro typical people of this world do not possess some weird unspoken-about mind reading skills.
So I started lowering my fist and the last tear fell. I began to realise that in this case I hadn't made a mistake but the person issuing the instructions wasn't clear. Perhaps the system itself of how work was communicated needed revision. It wasn't about mistakes or failures, it was more about a failure in communication to get across what job needed to be done. This is not even passing the blame onto the person setting the task but as a reminder to us all that clarity in writing is important. It helps organisational efficiency and cut down the unnecessary emails required to decipher the intended meaning.
And you know what? This happens to everyone, autistic or not. Mistakes can happen because one's autism can be a mitigating factor in creating different approaches to problems and understandings and sometimes not. However being on some autistic spectrum doesn't automatically mean that every setback and difficulty must be because of cognitive developmental disorder. I think I need step away from the automatic assigning all problems and life challenges to autism. I expect if I had spoken to a colleague about what I had been asked to do, they may not have been much clearer either.
Wednesday, 15 February 2017
10 years on from my AS diagnosis - what's changed since?
Introduction
Back in February 2006, I finally received a report from my Dyspraxia assessment. It was arranged through my university and done privately. I completed a lot of paperwork with statements I had to rate as to how well they applied to me. I posted back the first ones and the assessor realised from my results that I might have Asperger's Syndrome so more assessment paperwork was due my way. This revelation meant nothing to me but I had always associated autism with extremely low functioning people who dribbled so I didn't think this could be right!?I have never had much experience of those with significant mental and physical difficulties so I didn't have a clue how this would tally up with me. I remembered reading that some computer software companies had hired some supposed social misfits who could churn out amazingly brilliant computer programming code but they couldn't really look after themselves. They were autistic. The employers were essentially their carers. I knew I wasn't anything like that.
So I completed the second lot of assessments and then visited the lady in person.
We talked a lot and she was nice. It is an entirely irrelevant point but I remember the room to be sunny and bright. She pointed out that she couldn't diagnose me with ASD officially (and I have recently learnt only clinical people can do that) but it would perhaps be worth further investigation.
What I do remember is her saying teaching would be a poor career choice for someone like myself. I think she was concerned about the noise, the social dynamics and how I might organise my thoughts. And I guess she's right in part because it's not easy being a teacher, autistic or not, but I have always been determined not to let my problems hold me back. In an act of defiance some may argue I did my teacher training anyway a few years later!
I sat on all this information for a while, trying to get my head around it. Eventually I went to my GP, showed him my Dyspraxia report and without much persuasion, he referred me to the local hospital to see a clinical psychologist about the Asperger's Syndrome. I didn't have to wait long and I believe that to be fairly unusual as its not unheard of to wait up to two years. I think it might have been a few months, tops.
Summary of my Asperger's diagnostic report
November 2007 - Confirmed as Asperger’s SyndromeHere's the summary of the points raised in my autism report highlighted in red.
Underneath I'll comment on how it applies now.
I have grouped it by themes to make it a bit easier to follow.
Work
- Always felt different and became aware of a problem when at work when discovering the importance of work being structured in a certain way. It became clear that instructions needed to be precise. I could be over-precise or pedantic.
- Frustration with work situation – misses out on interesting work because of lack of social skills.
- Poor experience declaring diagnosis – not been taken seriously.
- Recurring depression but overcomes it.
- Glass half empty attitude.
Social
- Difficulty with making friends and preferring smaller social circles. New people were hard to deal with.
- Reporting bullying with a feeling of always being on the outside and getting things wrong such as fashion, behaviour and people taking advantage.
- Often felt misunderstood. People were seen as superficial. I was nervous, anxious and making me feel both physically and emotionally upset.
- Difficulty in controlling loudness of voice and knowing when to stop talking
- Difficulty reading body language
Other
- Requires a routine and if it is disturbed, it can derail me. I like to work in my way in my time frame else it can cause frustration. Difficulty dealing with change, creating insecurity and confusion. I needed control or it would cause anxiety, particularly if things are done outside of my routine. Last minute changes and cancellations are hard to accommodate.
- Ability to remember long term things more than short term. I have a good memory for the irrelevant
- I can remember buildings but not faces and found it difficult to make eye contact.
- To avoid anxiety, I planned ahead particularly when going to new places.
Oh and by the way, Coventry has a HUGE Primark. I fitted in a bit of baby clothes shopping too before driving home. Vests. Newborns never can have enough vests.
Sensory Overload
- Dislikes bright lights, wool, the sound of children, certain strong smells and unpredictable sounds.
At the moment a problem I am having is the access door panel outside my office makes a high pitch noise but stops when someone uses their proximity card on the door and opens it. It closes and the noise returns. It hurts my head and makes me feel sick. Its on the to do list to get it fixed as I was so close the other day to just going home...! I also can't stand people talking loudly when I am trying to focus and read. I like silence when I am working unless I am writing about something I don't require too much focusing - such as this! It greatly depends on the type of noise, whether it is continuous and rhythmic.
- Difficulty distinguishing sounds and particularly voices in noisy environments.
- I have been accused of having a hearing problem but this isn’t true.
- I reported a lack of sensitivity to physical pain
- Regular headaches
Achievements
Listed in the report:- Partner
- Job
- Own home.
- Notes my intelligence, significant insight into my condition and developed many coping mechanisms.
Saturday, 3 December 2016
Supermarkets, Motherhood and small kid tantrums
Supermarkets are often places of nightmares for autistic people and when I am feeling low in myself, they can be my nightmare.
The lights can be bright. Too bright. I remember my mother saying she couldn't stand a particular supermarket because the lights flickered and triggered her migraines. She's not alone there. I don't like the brightness and the flashing of lights on some displays during some seasonal promotions.
However, I believe the local Abercrombie and Fitch store has gone completely the other way and one requires a bloody torch to find one's way around the shop, to be edgy or perhaps they just use extremely low watt bulbs to create even more profit. I've so got to take a torch there one day.... That's got its own unique challenges for autistic people and the visually impaired!
And don't get me started on them only hiring shop assistants who are pretty since they are 'models' not checkout assistants...
There can just be too much to look at too, making my head feel overwhelmed by the sheer range of choice with each product trying to get my attention through its packaging. I think though this can be offset a little by the way in which the supermarket is laid out so that shelves and people do not feel too close to each other. There are people all over the place with their trolleys too, trying not to ram each other. There's always the stupid one who makes me think that if that's how they push a trolley, I really hope they are not going out into that car park later and drive...
There is the social anxiety of having to get passed someone who's in the way and me wanting to look at a shelf and someone is blocking it whilst on their phone. There's the boxes in cages in front of the item I want because it's seen as a good dumping ground for it. I never quite know if I should move the cage or not.
I don't tend to have many problems with smell and I think perhaps the combination of my asthma and rhinitis limits the extent of it but I do not have a huge trigger in terms of that sense. I don't personally mind the smell of the on-site bakery and I have fond memories from 15 years ago of waiting at a bus stop next to a Tesco supermarket early in the morning breathing in the glorious smell of baked bread. However, there's the people who go crazy in the toiletries section and must sample every scent to make some hideous gas cloud. That will make me feel overloaded and disgusted, as I think most people would, autistic or not.
There's so many people all chattering away to their shopping buddies and to people on the phones. Other noises like the sound systems and public address announcements appear with no warning and can shock if its particularly loud. A particular shop in my home town has a poor quality sound system and pipes the local radio station through it. Alas, I can't easily shop under one of the ceiling speakers as the sound is so distorted and unpleasant that it does my head in. Way to go, M&Co!
Things can go wrong with trolleys and people bang them about into pillars and all sorts.
Children can be screaming and parents call out for their child to come back as they run off to the toy section.
That last one is all very familiar to me on a personal level and I know that it isn't always easy to have a child who has model behaviour out in public.
I have my young child with me who is now 4.
When she was a baby it was complicated as I wanted to get in and out as fast as possible, mostly because no new mother wants a child with a dirty nappy and half a trolley of food all at the same time. As any sensible parent can attest, one feeds their child and makes sure they have a clean bum before leaving the house. At least sudden changes of plan don't normally happen and anxiety doesn't have to occur about what to do about that smelly poo and the unpaid for tub of ice cream in the trolley.
Most of the time it was simple enough if I picked my timings well. The baby would sleep and I would have to fend off irritating people who wanted to ask annoying questions about my child. I generally coped okay because the conversations were very formulated and predictable but occasionally there was the odd person who thought my child was public property to maul over. Setting boundaries with the general public isn't easy for anyone.
Maybe I was lucky but I found myself doing okay. I was more focused on getting about the place and getting back before she woke up and I needed to get back home to express milk for her. I felt like I was mostly in control and holding myself together.
I won't go into this now as I think this merits a post in its own right but I expressed milk for my baby to when she was just over two and a half years old. I found that my tolerance levels to a lot of sensory overload was lower during this time than it normally was despite facing a lot more difficulties with a new child and all the things that a mother will face.
When I weaned, my tolerance levels dropped and the change of routine was difficult for me. There is some research out there about oxytocin and autism. The hormone is associated with creating feelings of love and bonding and it triggers the letdown reflex in mothers that pushes the milk out. I don't know much about it so it requires some looking into but I can say that my time with all that extra hormone in me made me cope well with things that would otherwise have caused me a lot of panic and meltdowns.
However, as my child got older and wanted to no longer be in the trolley, I found my ability to keep her under my control increasingly difficult and I was no longer having my daily top ups of oxytocin. Sometimes we would have peaceful trips but other times the little one would have a tantrum and a battle of wills broke out. If she doesn't get her own way (wants to look at something or have a toy), she might lay on the floor and scream. She can scream and refuse to move. It is a nightmare and I am acutely aware of my social anxiety with people judging me to be a poor parent. Then my tolerance levels for all the sounds and people can crash where I feel everything is coming towards me like all the sounds and people are suffocating me and I need to get out and away, Its like in that moment I become hypersensitive to everything and the world slows down. I feel a tad disconnected from the rest of the world but only for a fraction of a moment, Its extremely weird but it happens over seconds. I have to walk away from her to reconnect and reboot myself and this helps me get the focus I need to be a good parent. I never walk away where I give up my parental responsibilities or so that her safety is compromised but I now distance myself from her by a few metres. I am unsure if this is the best parental technique but it is the best for me. There is no good me having a meltdown whilst in charge of a preschooler having a tantrum. I need to be the strong one when she can't be.
Now, I am able to battle through my anxieties and sensory overload to get myself and my daughter into a place of safety, such as home where we can recover. I can get myself into a state of logic to deal with her rantings by talking to her and understanding why she is upset so most of the time its easier to prevent things from escalating than to firefight. I can do that fairly okay and I can pay for the shopping and drive us all safety to home. BUT, I am tired. I am in a poor way that evening and she's not going to get a complicated dinner that day!
I do acknowledge that a child who misbehaves in a shop is hard enough for any parent (whatever the reason) but when mixed with an autism in the parent, it can make for a stressful experience. All I can do is try and prevent things and take extra care as we head into the busy Christmas period where shops turn EXTRA crazy and not at all autistic friendly.
Interestingly. ASDA is running an hour a week in the Manchester area for an autistic shopping experience, Whilst it might not tick all the boxes for everyone, its great for those who will benefit from less noise! See the article here
Wednesday, 23 November 2016
Blinded by the light: how I manage night driving
The nature of my job means that sometimes I drive to my place of work, other times I go by train to other more distant sites. I am happy with the arrangement and have no complaints. I have for many years been comfortable with my regular half hour motorway drive. I like it and I have no worries about that kind of high speed commute. The train I don't mind either, except the cost plus reliability (a rant for another day!)...
However, we are now entering into winter and it won't be long until its dark before I finish my working day. By this point I am tired and my tolerances to life drop a little. I am in no way near a meltdown place but night driving after a long day is something I have to be cautious about.
When I first got a car, I had terrible sensory overload at night. My eyes would catch the headlights of the oncoming traffic and I would seriously struggle to filter out the glare. Over the years I have been getting much more tolerant to this and recognising when best to make car journeys. A lot of it is about making sure my eyes are not drawn too much to those lights and to keep them darting around onto other more important things. It came with practice and confidence. I feel much safer too.
When I first started driving, I couldn't have music on. Now, I almost need it to keep my anxiety low. It's not that it's essential but feeling happy keeps the stresses down. The only times it goes off is when I'm doing complicated parking manoeuvres and driving in places I do not know, where I need to be at my peak of concentration and calm.
I hasten to add that I have never put myself, my passengers or other road users in any danger. I would never allow myself to get to that point. I have at times refused to drive and got my husband to when I have been with him. Or I would pull off the road and relax for 10 minutes so I could continue my journey. I would prepare in advance so that I never get into a car whilst feeling frazzled.
So here's my point: I seem neuro typical in that I can do all sorts of travelling in all sorts of conditions. I take it in my stride as a rule. But I do often have a long downtime after. I get home from work and turn the radio off my husband has left on. I sit down and do nothing. I just sit in the nothingness around me, enjoying the lack of stimulation to my visual and aural senses. I curl up on the sofa and veg. I allow the day to drain away from me and recharge so I am ready for when my young child comes home with her father.
So maybe I do have an hour or so between getting home and them getting back and perhaps jobs should be done and I should have eaten.
But I am having to look after myself so that I can face the evening.
This is why I take the train to the other office. Driving would just be too much. But I get there and my struggles fall under the radar because I have made my own reasonable adjustments to my life.
Sometimes we are our own greatest advocates of our needs!

