Autism and Black and White Thinking – No Gray Areas

Autism and Black and White Thinking – No Gray Areas

Anyone who has spent time with a person with autism knows that their minds tend to work one way – very literal. They believe what you say – exactly as you say it. I still manage to say things that everyone around me would understand but that Casey and Rob take exactly as I say it.

Last week, when I washed the kids’ sheets, Rob put his on the bed and carefully put his pillows in his pillowcases. I asked Casey if she needed help or if hers were on her bed. “On bed.” So I asked if she was ready for bed. “Yes.” Two days later, I discover that her sheets are indeed on the bed – but mixed up in a pile of blankets, not actually on her bed. I pointed to them and asked why she didn’t put them on her bed. She looks at me like I’m crazy and says, “On bed.” Okay, true, they are on the bed. And I realized again that while I did say what I meant, I didn’t actually mean what I said.

Yesterday, Mandy and I were finally able to find time to take Casey and Rob to a state park swimming – with 5 dogs. Obviously, all of us would be a tight fit in one car so we split up. She was driving behind us. We had only been driving a few miles when I noticed that Rob was getting worked up. He was in the backseat and beginning to rock a little faster than is usual for him. I watched him a few minutes to see if he would calm down, but he only got more upset. When I finally asked him what he needed – Mandy! I had told them Mandy was going “with” us – and we left her at our house! She wasn’t in the car, too, so she wasn’t with us. He calmed down when I told him we couldn’t all fit and that Mandy was driving behind us. But he did have to keep turning around to check on her! 🙂

Or how about the time I told a much younger Casey to “hold her pants on” (meaning – wait a minute) only to turn around and see her holding onto the belt loops of her jeans, probably wondering the whole time why holding her pants would get her juice poured faster.

Or when I said Rob had a frog in his throat? Or that he was a little hoarse? It’s raining cats and dogs (that one really freaked Casey out!) Or asked Casey to get her clothes off of her chair (meaning – put them away!) – so she put them on the floor. And the list could go on for miles. And all I can do is laugh, because they do exactly as I tell them. There is no room for anything other than literal terms.

They don’t lie. If they don’t like something, they tell me. I made a chicken dip once and asked Casey if she liked it. “yes.” I asked if it was as good as Mandy’s. “No.” She saw no reason not to tell me – or any reason as to why Mandy’s is better. Never ask a person with autism anything that you don’t want the truth from. I actually like taking Casey with me to try on new outfits – she will always voice her opinion. She may not understand general questions, but I can say, “Does this shirt look pretty on Mommy?” and she will tell me. 🙂

On a side note – never ask if you are looking fat, tired, dirty or anything else negative, if you are hoping for a bump in your self-confidence. If you look it, they will tell you. And that’s on no one but you. 🙂

I would say that learning to be careful what you say is one of the hardest lessons for an autism parent. We all grow up with family sayings and we use them all the time. But people with autism have a hard time understanding that you don’t always mean exactly what you say – especially when you are constantly telling them they need to communicate so you can help them. It’s a difficult position to be in.

It’s hard to be always thinking about what you are saying and how to say it clearly for people with autism. Some days, Casey and Rob “get it” on the first try and other days, I might as well be talking to a wall. Either I’m not being clear enough or they just don’t care and see no reason to continue listening. (And, really, isn’t that an awesome gift? To just be able to not care and not worry that you are hurting someone’s feelings by not listening? 🙂 ) While I have worked with them since they were little to never be mean or rude, some things are just a part of their autism and I will never be able to change that. Honestly, I don’t want to – I want them to keep their independent thinking and their ability to shut out things they don’t want to hear.

Communication is often one of the hardest parts of living with autism. You have to learn to speak like an adult to one person with autism and be more childlike with another, but not so childlike that they feel you are talking “down” to them. I have a hard time with Casey and Rob at times. I find myself talking to them as kids instead of the adults they are. So I’ve learned to talk like an adult with a child’s enthusiasm and short, clear sentences. Neither of them like long rambling directions or stories. Short and to the point – details aren’t needed unless they ask.

Trust me – no matter how careful you are with what you say, you will get it wrong at some point. You will say “head over heels” or “pull someone’s leg” or “cost an arm and a leg” and you will completely freak out your child with autism. “It’s a piece of cake” will get a glare when there is obviously no cake. (Yep – I’ve said that a time or two. Casey is never pleased.)

So not only will you have to learn an entire new language of medical, educational and government terms (IEP, ISP, OT, PT, MFE, and on and on and on) you will have to unlearn a lifetime of things that you have said often without even thinking. (I’ve also noticed that every part of the country has it’s own sayings!) Or maybe not unlearn it – just learn to be careful when you say it. Sometimes, the results are funny, like Casey trying to pry Rob’s mouth open to see the frog. Other times, it just makes a bad situation worse.

I know I’ve had my share of laughs over my choices of words. I know I still (after 32 years of living with autism!) say things without thinking and then wonder why in the world the kids didn’t do as I asked. (Because I didn’t actually say what I meant, of course!) It makes life interesting some days and very frustrating others, but as long as we can eventually laugh about it, who cares?