Around Twitter, people were sharing a story from their past that just illustrates how Autistic they are.
My faith journey, surprisingly, is how I know that I’m Autistic.
I grew up ELCA Lutheran. The ELCA matters because that’s the liberal Lutheran. Around here, we also have Missouri Synod and WELS, both of which are nearer Baptist. ELCA Lutherans are nearly Anglican, and they use the same worship service structure. Maybe if I had grown up a more conservative faith, farther away from Catholicism, it might have been different. Anyway, my mother’s family is all Catholic and my dad’s mom’s brothers both married Catholics and converted. We’re not a long line of anything: my dad’s dad was Congregationalist (not really; they rarely went to church) and my mom’s mom went to a Presbyterian church. My grandparents picked Lutheran as “close enough.”
It all began when I was in high school, or perhaps middle school. Whatever the path, I stumbled upon Gladys Malvern’s books (very few of them, but some of them; I’ve tracked down a lot more on eBay) in my public library’s collection. She used to write historical stories that were researched, but she’d fill in the gaps, and later, I’d find out that her Tudor stories were pretty nearly accurate, as opposed to Carolyn Meyer whom I detest, likely because she is not very good at depicting Queen Mary I of England in any way I found believable.
Anyway, Gladys Malvern had two volumes I read and reread quite a bit: The Six Wives of Henry VIII and The World of Lady Jane Grey. I fell in love with Tudor history then, because it is unusually female-centered even though historians like to shift things and focus on Henry VIII a bit too much. His wives, daughters, and niece, Lady Jane Grey, were really huge characters in the story, and he was pretty one-dimensional. Henry’s story is this: I am paranoid because my dad fought in a big war for years and we won only by marrying our enemy and then we got to be king. If I die without a male heir (they weren’t yet sure how a woman could be capable of ruling), all my dad worked for would be for naught.
But here’s the funny thing about the story: he totally blew off his dad, right at the beginning of his reign. He might have been much more interesting if he’d have stuck with that Henry vs. “paranoid Henry.”