In Western culture, as women, we are expected to do it all. We are expected to work outside the home full-time because if we don’t, we’ve betrayed the feminist cause. We’re also supposed to be perfect mothers, raising our children in perfectly clean homes being fed perfectly balanced meals or we’re a bad mother. When we get tired about all this and ignore our husbands, we’re bad wives.
The rules also tell us we really ought to be going onto school to get a degree, then an advanced one. This will not only empower us, but we will advance in our careers.
But if we advance in our careers, who will care for our homes, children, and husbands?
In this way, women in general are overwhelmed in our culture.
But let’s add Autism into the mix.
As an Autistic mother of an Autistic child, I had a lot of problems when I dragged my kid in public because that’s what you do.
I worried that he’d run around. I worried he’d run away. I’d worry people were judging me because of my kid and whatever it would be that he’d do.
And I’d get insanely pissed off at things like how the library has all these self-checkouts which are supposed to be “helpful” but unless you have a kid who wants to help you check out books, you cannot both mind a child AND do your own checking out.
Unless you let watching the child go.
That seems to be the path neurotypicals around me were taking. They just figured, they were kids and they’d do what they did.
Of course, their kids running around doing whatever they want annoyed me, giving me sensory overload, while I was trying to manage my own son’s sensory overload because of their kids running around causing all the drama.
But for some reason they didn’t ever seem to worry about what people thought about their kids running around like little monsters.
They didn’t seem to, or have to, worry that someone might come to their home to take their child away because their child was being raised by a Disabled parent.
That is a thing, you know. In some states simply being Disabled is enough for child welfare to take your kids from you.
And they could move on after the wretched experience at the library and not obsess over it, thinking and planning about how it would be better the next time if I only…
See, one of the gifts-that-can-be-a-curse about Autism in women is we’re super-empathetic. Many of us can literally sense all the feelings around us and we cannot shut them out. You know all the old people at the library by which I mean all of the adults who do not have kids with them? They’re all judging you because you’re not minding your kids and letting them run around.
We feel that; neurotypicals shut it out.
Unfortunately we also obsess over things: we plan conversations for hours before we have them, and we mull over things that happen to us over and over again, trying to figure out what it was that we did wrong.
Because we learned a long time ago, that WE did wrong. It’s always us.