To be blunt, which I always am anyway, I don’t believe functioning labels hold water. I think they’re very good for creating elitist attitudes and drawing lines between people. Non-verbal autistics are thinking humans, many of whom are geniuses whose bodies are not working right to get the words out – while their minds are better than fine. It is a cruel irony, isn’t it? No person with autism truly articulates all the depth that goes in their brain. No, I don’t either. When communication is affected, how can we?
I’ve stated here before that we are all mixed functioning in life, regardless of whether or not we are disabled. I’ve also stated here before that autism is not a continuum of functioning abilities. No two people with autism have the exact same symptoms, the same amount of symptoms, or are impacted to the same extent. Therefore, no real continuum.
Often when I chat with people on the spectrum, so many readily identify themselves as “high-functioning” and it seems like something of an impossible-for-anyone-to-win contest to see who can be the most “high-functioning” or the “least affected”. People shouldn’t view things that way. (I admit, yes, it makes me feel bad when folks gloat about not having problems I have. I will rejoice ecstatically for anyone when things are overcome. But I don’t appreciate people sticking their noses in the air, so to speak, implying that I or anyone else is of lesser worth.) We are all simply people, all with struggles, and we should unite better than we do. I cannot stand the elitism among people who say Asperger’s is not autism because they do not want to be associated with their idea of autistic people. This is not to say that all people whose official label is Asperger’s do this. My husband certainly doesn’t do this. Plenty of people don’t, but those who do make a big stink about it which helps no one and hurts many.
My dear husband and I couldn’t be more different in so many ways, and yet, though we share almost none of the same symptoms, he will be the first to say we are alike. He is also the first to say that neither of us are better than the other. I need more protection (as I am more easily taken advantage of, for I am chronically naïve in ways my husband outgrew) and I need more medical care. He needs more social graces with the world outside our home who isn’t used to him, and his own naïvety is very different from mine. We both could use more advocacy. Who functions best depends entirely on individual viewpoints; that is to say, whoever has the strengths determined most useful to any given onlooker functions best in that onlooker’s opinion.
Our tiny daughters, not yet two years old – who knows what the future holds for them? We tell each other we’re ready for anything, which is a big lie because no parent is ready for the future or certain about the present. There is no way of knowing what our youngest girls will be like with time. We can’t predict how verbal either will be. Both have barely verbalized, the youngest almost never, and both have never imitated sounds or spoken consistently. There is a whole lot that both have never or almost never done, and delays are very striking next to their same-age triplet brother and next to others their age. (It feels bizarre to celebrate my son’s milestones, what with how the baby girls have so far to go to catch up!)
You just never know. You can’t predict outcomes. I was non-verbal and non-responsive at my babies’ age, and I began talking up storms at age three. The youngest does not self-feed, but neither did I until I was, as with speaking, three.
Envisioning these two as preteens in 2021 is impossible, so full of what-ifs. What if one far surpasses the other in the world’s view of functioning? What would that do for their bond as multiples? Neither are like their brother. That has already distanced his bond as their triplet.
I have a non-identical twin sister of my own. She is not on the autism spectrum. We are very different people, contrasting “like cartoons” in the words of many. I am tall and lanky; she is short and stout. I am a socially dysfunctional social butterfly; she keeps to herself and can easily “read” people but simply gives no damns about pleasing. I lean more left-wing; she leans more right-wing. I am Mahāyāna Buddhist; she is part of a Disciples of Christ church. I am sentimental and the first to shed tears at anything; she pretends not be sentimental. You get the idea. We are, in an odd way, each other’s best friends. I’ve asked her what she thought of me in our youth. She said, “I thought you were my dumb sister who didn’t know anything, but the closest thing I had to a best friend.” Yes, she was exaggerating with the “didn’t know anything” part. No, she wasn’t joking when she said she thought I was dumb. She says her opinion of me hasn’t really changed in that she still sees me as ditzy, but she adds that she does see I have talents and apparently am one of very few people she enjoys having conversations with.
Despite and because of everything, brutal honesty included, my sister and I love each other. So there’s hope right there.