Autism 101 is a series to dispel misconceptions about Asperger’s and Autism in general. I write this post with the help of my 7 year old son, Brady. I could not express these opinions without his input or approval. This is a record of our experience. I am not an expert. I am just a parent telling my story.
“I know what Asperger’s is. It is a disease, you can die from it” — a young student at my school. This statement makes Brady laugh like crazy.
In 2007 I read, Kids with Asperger’s don’t make friends. Kids with Asperger’s aren’t interested in people. Expect your child to struggle socially because of a failure to read faces and a lack of empathy.
We did the stuff parents do, went to doctors and therapists, googled, talked to relatives, worried. He was assessed by new people, in new places which brought out his worst. We were offered therapies that were expensive, stressful and questionable. We believed scary things. I cried. We were frightened by the idea if we didn’t do anything now we would cause permanent damage.
Age 4, we were told he needed Play Therapy and other forms of social coaching. After I heard what it was like, it sounded like he would hate it. I did not pursue it. Instead, we created Tuesday Club, our version of play therapy. A once a week, outside playdate with my mom’s club friends. It was the critical first step in acquiring social skills.
- We had a set time.
- It was outside.
- It was at our house.
- He had a big wheel that he was confident riding.
- We did not force him to interact or talk to anyone.
- We had music, food and fun
- It lasted a year
I’m glad I did not force him to attend play therapy. The happy boy I see now is a result that he made his developmental gains in secure settings. Again, I do not criticize another’s choice to pursue play therapy. Autism is a spectrum. Only you know what works in your situation.
Back to Tuesday Club, at first it looked liked this: A bunch of kids playing in my cul de sac and Brady riding his big wheel on the outside and every now and then jumping in someone’s face and yelling. And sometimes crying. And the kids played with each other because that is what kids do if you put them outside with each other and toys, bubbles, dogs and popsicles. Brady did not really play with anyone in a way that I would call play at all.
In my eyes, it was not working. I expected him to eventually start talking to kids. I expected him to learn names. I expected all kinds of things, ordinary things but I missed what was taking place.
I should have expected him to have fun (he did), anticipate the event with pleasure (he did), participate (he did) and enjoy being with a group of kids (he did). The critical take away from this one year event was that he developed a positive self image. He matured securely.
I thought Tuesday Club was a lame attempt to solve the play therapy problem. Now I can see what we were
- giving him security,
- making a predictable event in a successful environment,
- giving him space and surrounding him
- with positive people allowed him to get there on his own.
I had NO IDEA he was making progress. It was very slow.
The next social step was recognition of a potential playmate. Brady decided that C was his best friend. He talked about C daily. If we needed a friend, C was his example. In reality, he played with C a few times a year. We saw them coming and going, because they were neighbors. Brady considered those routine glimpses as “playing” without social demand.
In school he mentioned one other student- M, she was friendly and undemanding and greeted him every day. He liked her but did not do his part to keep up the friendship. To her credit, she stayed a constant social force for him in school. She was his first school friend and they are still friends now except he keeps up with her better. She overlooked the fact that he did not always answer or look at her. She was just nice. There are lots of kids like that, and they mean the world to the kids they come in contact with because they are easy and accepting.
Another stop closer, outside of school: E, a little girl who became a fun friend for him to visit–which was a big deal to us. She was two years younger so she was not socially overwhelming, she just loved him. She laughed at his jokes. Followed him around. I could tell that he liked her a lot because he smiled at her all the time. And because her parents are our good friends, he saw her quite a bit. He was getting used to people, she was easy to be with. The friendship was real.
Meanwhile, at school. I work in the library, after school he would go to the library, kids would drop in and he would engage with them. The library is a small setting. He felt in control there. I was nearby, he was surrounded by things he liked. The kids were sweet kids who just wanted to socialize. Because the environment was not overwhelming, he opened up. As the year passed instead of not responding to people, he started to engage. Then he got to to know the kids R, A, X, G, M, S, T. He still didn’t have play dates, recess friends, lunch friends but he was making progress.
The patient path to friendship occurred in the spaces that felt good to him and because our life followed a predictable pattern, and within that pattern kids flowed through. As he matured, those kids meant more and more to him. He was becoming social on his own, without any direct involvement from me. I supported the environment and provided a positive narrative, but time and stability were the biggest influences here.
Towards the end of first grade he made a breakaway step, a best friend. A little boy, C, who liked him for him. They shared interests, they laughed together, they had successful playdates. It took time for me to believe it was true. I dropped him off with his friend and he spent the day. He had a great time. And that summer he transferred that skill in engaging and enjoying one person to new people. He now has a small group of boys that he plays with singly or in small groups. It looks like play to me and play to him.
His best friend is someone he talks to and laughs with and takes turns and takes risks with. And it’s not all about his way or limited to his interest, yes there is some of that but there is also an ease and a delight in just being with his friend and spending time. And there is lots of empathy. And the fact that he has a great school community.There is no doubt my child has autism. And there is no truth to the idea that people with autism have no feelings, don’t like people and lack empathy.
We told him the truth all along. These are your friends. They want to play with you. You have so many friends. You are a great kid. So time passed, but that was the story.
This summer when we were home visiting family, Brady separated from me and ran off to play with cousins, the children of my friends all the time. I expected him to stay in the house or stay near me or play on the computer. Instead he was off playing war or laughing and talking or swimming. I saw that he was using all the skills he had acquired over the past few years. It happened without me realizing it. While he was coming into his own, I was still reading about play, socializing, etc but I don’t think any of that reading did anything except help me break down the process so I could explain it in this blog post. I hope my story helps you. I don’t like to write personal things about my child on the internet, but there is so much misinformation on this topic out there, I hope our story helps someone.
Finally, he still does not like any large group setting. I don’t know if he ever will. I don’t think it matters as an adult.