Thank you very much alfie for your response. It’s very helpful when we have so much to sort out to hear from others who understand all of this. My son is on the spectrum, undiagnosed. He is highly intelligent and excels in Tech and photography. Anything else is a struggle for him. As he was growing up, I had to sit on the toilet and guide him one step at a time to pick up the washcloth and put soap on it… just to get through a shower. Now that he’s turning 27, I don’t worry about how he care cares for himself as long as he does the best job he can do. I spent 2 1/2 years, trying to get him services and Social Security meeting brick walls at every turn. Then when it came time to go to the Social Security hearing, he refused to go. All that work for nothing. So I have been providing for him and doing my best to teach him little by little how to care for himself. He’s been in denial all of these years until a couple friends who are diagnosed on the spectrum told him that he was as well. I knew that about 10 years ago, but to convince people that’s another story. So recently, I was looking at some material, actually videos, about trauma and healing trauma, and I came across a couple of videos that talked about neurodiversity. I had never heard of that term, but it took me a while to digest that because many of the symptoms that he was describing, I have dealt with all of my life. Just thought it was normal. Just kept finding a workaround every time I hit a brick wall. Modify and adapt. Modify and adapt. Work your butt off and then work double time. I was raised by a “ good” German. No love there. Just if you don’t do it right then do it again. Through my college years I went into teaching, and then I learned a lot about different learning disabilities and discovered that I was dyslexic and ADHD. Never diagnosed. But I know the symptoms and I know my body and my mind. I don’t have to prove it to anyone. I’ve learned to modify and adapt to every situation to the best of my ability. And I worked my tail off and then worked it off again double time. So I ended up being the first one in my family to graduate from college. And I wasn’t ready to be a teacher. But when I did get to be a teacher, I worked very well with many different kids. I worked best with the ones who struggle and the ones who excel. The ones in the middle, eh. I did the job, but it wasn’t rewarding. I could get the kids who were struggling to succeed in everyone’s favorite subject, NOT! Math. And I could challenge the ones who were gifted. It doesn’t really matter at this point whether I’m on the spectrum or not, but caring for my son is my highest priority. I just want him to have peace and enjoy one little piece of life. Has been suicidal for 23 years and it’s only by the grace of God and my love for him that he is still here. I want to support him in any way I can to enable him to function to the best of his ability. That’s all. I don’t care what anybody says about me or about my son. We live in a bubble. Where it’s safe. My only friends are online. But I’ve gotten comfortable with my lifestyle this way, staying mostly in my home due to extreme illness and disability. And I haven’t been able to care for my son properly, but I refused to allow anyone to take him from me and put him in the system. He would’ve been eaten alive and raped every day. Not my son.
Sorry for the ramble. Your response helps me to understand. We keep moving forward looking for a better future. I appreciate what I’m learning from all of you. Take good care of yourself. And take good care of those three youngsters that you’re responsible for, and of course your other half. The sun is out today. It’s been raining and raining and raining for months. But today is a good day. I was at the doctors. Nobody knows what’s wrong with me. But that’s OK. Moving on. Have a lovely day.