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When My Hyperlexia Makes Words Unavailable to Me

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In my experience, people tend to think conditions like ADHD, dyslexia and hyperlexia only affect children. People often still think autism only affects children, but then what happens to these kids when they grow up?

We learn to cope with, compensate for and manage our differences, but they are still there.

I’ve always been hyperlexic. My verbal comprehension has improved greatly since I was a child, though I still have auditory processing difficulties. Even though things are much better — I’ll always be hyperlexic.

According to the Center for Speech and Language Disorders:

”Hyperlexia is a syndrome that is characterized by a child’s precocious ability to read (far above what would be expected at their age), significant difficulty in understanding and using verbal language (or a profound nonverbal learning disability) and significant problems during social interactions.”

It’s a good thing I love reading.

It is beyond frustrating to have so much to say and not be able to express things in face-to-face conversations. When I try to talk, it’s as if I know the information, but my brain is holding back the words.

My arguments are often ineffective and unpersuasive, and the words can come out making me sound uneducated and shy. I cannot beg or force the words. Nothing helps when the words are unavailable to me.

I am not the person people see in these moments — I am the voice behind my keyboard.

The thoughts and information are still inside, even when I cannot express them as you stand in front of me.

I am so grateful for my keyboard. I am so happy I learned to type and write in school. This has turned my hyperlexia into something I’m thankful for.

I am so grateful to have found my words.

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How Working in Retail Has Helped Me as a Person on the Autism Spectrum

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Working in retail for some can be hectic, stressful and overall an unpleasant experience. Having autism and being in that busy, hectic environment can take a toll on some. But for me, despite the challenges, it has helped do the things I never thought I could do.

I work at a big-name pharmacy I usually do the checkout. I help customers make sure they have everything OK, and I work the register. Now, when I mention the register, that’s a big accomplishment because doctors and teachers thought that was a skill I could never do. But look at me, I’m doing it. Do I make mistakes? Yes, but instead of being hard on myself, I pick myself up and keep going at it.

One thing working at the pharmacy has done is helped me stay strong and not give up. One time I had a nasty customer who threatened to have me fired all because she wasn’t getting what she wanted. Now normally when people yell at me, I get red in the face, the tears start building up and I end up crying. But I wasn’t going to let that happen, and in that situation, I didn’t. I continued to have a good day.

Working in retail has really helped me remain happy but also be strong and not let negativity bring me down. I have a great group of managers who have taken the time to understand me as an employee with autism. Some I see more then others, and the two I see the most have really made a difference. One of my managers is so great. She reminds me every day that I should be proud to be me, and she really reminds me that working hard and having a positive attitude is the way to go. She also always tells me if you run into negativity, don’t put up with it. Instead, get rid of it because life is too short. She is just something special, and she brightens my days. She’s like my everyday hero, and she has helped me become a hardworking person. The next manager and I are total opposites. Sometimes I have trouble being around someone who is dry-humored because I don’t always understand it, but I do work on it, especially when I work with him. He is another who really wants me to be the best at my job, and he never wants me to be stressed out or unhappy. At first when I did start to work with him, I didn’t think he understood me as a person. One day, I asked him if he ever worked with someone who has autism. He told me yes, then he said he did understand me, he just treats me like everyone else. That really meant a lot to me. I realized that maybe having someone opposite of you in your life is a good thing. He’s become my everyday hero, too. Both my managers have taught me so much. I feel honored to work with two such strong individuals who do a great job.

Working retail has brought me so much happiness. By overcoming challenges, I have more confidence. Whether it’s working with different people or dealing with customers, at the end of the day I know I always put 100 percent in. This can be an example for others who have autism to try something outside your comfort zone. Working at the pharmacy has really helped me overcome challenges. I feel great being a retail worker with autism because I’m setting the example that I can do anything I put my mind to. Autism doesn’t define us; it’s a piece of us. We can achieve anything.

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What You See and Don't See When You Look at a Child on the Autism Spectrum

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You don’t see the child who desperately wants to be compliant and “good” but struggles to keep it in all day, then explodes at home in her comfort zone with those she trusts the most.

You don’t see the anxiety that stays like a knot inside, as the world and other people can be unpredictable, which leads to an overwhelming need to be in control of the world and those around her.

You don’t see how that very same anxiety, when built up enough, leads to the inability to face going to school or participate in much-loved activities until the “knot” has melted away enough to move on with daily life.

You don’t see that the child who is refusing to speak or engage with anyone or maintain eye contact, who may seem rude, ignorant, or antisocial, could actually be in shutdown and struggling to deal with surroundings. He may be desperate to join in but unable to due to his sensory overload or anxiety.

You don’t see the absolute need to know what is coming next to avoid the unexpected and the worry that comes with it.

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You don’t see the child who wears the same things every day for comfort yet has a wardrobe full of lovely clothes to choose from but who can’t throw out of any of those clothes as they mean too much.

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You don’t see the child who worries about and thinks about death excessively but keeps it to herself for fear of it coming true.

You don’t see the obsessive resistance to simple everyday demands, like being asked to eat food, start a new activity or get dressed, the inability to “just do” what has been asked, without causing a fuss or delaying as much as possible due to anxiety.

You don’t see the objects that absolutely have to be collected, carried, displayed and kept, to feel at ease and comforted by the familiar and calmed by the order. You don’t see the inability to throw anything away, no matter how insignificant it seems to you, even empty packets and what you may call “rubbish.”

You don’t see the all encompassing intensity of the interests and obsessions and the need to share it with anyone willing to listen.

You don’t see the confusion or distress as to why a person may have behaved or reacted in an unexpected way.

You don’t see the rigidity of thought and inability to stray far from that expectation or pattern without invoking panic or anger as a result.

You don’t see how the child having a “tantrum” is actually overwhelmed, or upset because something doesn’t make sense, has changed without warning, or is out of order. Sometimes the demands have just become too much to process. You don’t see that the parent trying to deal with it, doesn’t need your stares, comments or judgment to make her feel any worse than she already does. This is a meltdown, not a tantrum. It isn’t about getting her own way – though it can sometimes be about controlling her environment to alleviate the anxiety inside.

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You see a happy, confident and chatty child. You’re seeing the need to be accepted and liked and to fit in, a child who is clever enough to have learned the “social norms.”

You see a child who enjoys drama and pretending – who is good at taking direction and acting the part. You’re seeing the child who finds it easier to deal with scripted interactions and conversations.

You see a “normal” child who has her moments – like all children – but is generally well behaved. You’re seeing a child who saves his worst times for the safety of home and those who understand him and won’t judge.

You see a polite child who can converse well with adults. You’re seeing a child who finds interactions with adults less unpredictable and confusing than with peers.

You see a tiny snapshot of time where she can hold herself together long enough to pass as “neurotypical” – like you may be.

You see what you want to see. You see the mask.

A version of this post first appeared on Steph’s Two Girls.

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To the Person Who Left Me Awestruck After I Told You About My Son’s Autism

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Last month was the second anniversary of my son’s diagnosis. At the time, I was tired and stressed, questioning my place at North Dakota State University (home of the Bisons) as a graduate student. I had a full-ride scholarship — but still, how was I to find a daycare to go to class and work? There were multiple times I was told my son could no longer access the daycares available, and that his needs were more than what the daycares we visited could meet. Finally, when the second one in a month told me to get my child medically evaluated, I was told, “Your son has autism and sensory processing disorder.”

I’ll admit that I didn’t quite know what those diagnoses meant in their entirety. I’ll admit the first time I ever Googled “autism” was after my son’s diagnosis. Those are not things I am proud of these days, but they’re the truth. I just didn’t understand. I wasn’t told in terms that made sense to me at the time. I was uneducated and felt so alone as a single parent. I felt like nobody I knew at that time quite knew what I was going through — at least not that I knew of…

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After all was said and done, you turned to me and said the most impactful words of my life. “You’re both going to be fine. You’re going to be able to do this and remain here in school where you belong. I know you’re scared of how people are going to view him, but they will see your son for who he really is. He will be able to accomplish anything he puts his mind to. The diagnosis just means that he will start getting the extra support that he needs. You want to know how I know all of this? It’s because I’m autistic too.”

I was awestruck. I had been friends with you for months and had never known this about you. You confirmed that despite my fear, we could overcome any challenge that comes our way. Autism isn’t something you can see — it’s different from child to child. You taught me that labels don’t define the child — they can also serve to help. You helped me see I needed to educate myself about ASD and sensory processing disorder (SPD) to fully understand what my child was experiencing and how to help him. You gave me the hope I needed to keep pushing forward.

Here we are two years later, and I am approaching my graduation soon. I will be the first Ph.D. in my family. My son started his first school sport, and he is doing very well. His coach says he just loves his enthusiasm and his eagerness to practice. He is successful in many ways. We both are.

You helped us get here. In all my years of university, the most valuable lesson I have been given was one learned outside of the classroom. It was learned in a small hallway by one of my peers.

I guess what I am trying to say here is thank you for teaching me my most valuable lesson so far as a parent. Thank you for telling me everything was going to be OK. I now know every word you said in that tiny hallway was a deeper truth than I could have ever imagined. Thank you for showing me the strength I had in myself. Thank you for showing me the true strength of the herd.

Sincerely, the fellow Bison,
Caitlin

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