Asperger's syndrome and autism are funny things. People often wrongly assume that we have no empathy, but this is a misunderstanding of our condition.
As I have stressed before, people with autism have social communication problems. This means we fail to read cues in people's facial expression, body language or tone of voice, that would indicate how they are feeling. Because of this, we can fail to respond appropriately to other people's emotions, or appear that we don't care. The reality isn't that we don't care, it's that we don't know.
It has been suggested that just as autistic people have difficulty dealing with sensory overload, they may struggle with emotions,
too. Strong lights, sounds, touch, smells or tastes can be completely
overwhelming for us. In the same way, we would feel other people's
emotions too intensely.
I have autism, but I also have huge levels of empathy. I can struggle to read non-verbal language (although I am getting better at it), but if people verbalize their emotions, I feel deeply for them. When I realise someone is suffering, I feel an intense pang of sadness and anguish deep in my heart, together with the burning desire to make it better, to soothe and comfort the other person..
In my work, I am confronted to heartbreaking stories. And trust me, my heart breaks for them every time refugees tell me what happened to them.
But last night, empathy worked in another, unexpected way: I felt deep, glowing happiness on behalf of another person. One of my closest friends is going through a very happy experience - and I felt as though my heart and my very skin would burst with happiness.
It felt like dancing in a warm summer rain; like the way music sometimes fills me up inside and makes me want to run; like electric energy running through my body. And for the first time in a long while I started stimming, because I needed an outlet for the strong emotions I was going through. I started bouncing up and down, then flapping my hands very fast, all the while feeling my body was not enough to countain all the joy I was feeling for someone else.
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Saturday, 5 August 2017
Sunday, 8 February 2015
Happy-flappy
You may have heard about stimming - short for self-stimulation. Stimming is any repetitive movements or sounds that people on the autistic spectrum use to regulate their emotions. We do this when we feel overwhelmed by stimuli, in order to calm ourselves down, but also as an outlet for excitement (which can be positive or negative excitement). Some of us flap our hands or wriggle our fingers, clap, rock our heads or bodies, spin objects, hum, sing, even jump. Most books about autism will tell you about those behaviours.
But what does stimming feel like for an autistic person?
When I'm nervous, I feel like ants running up and down my arms, and they make my fingers wriggle. I also bite my cheeks or lips. It's an outlet for the build-up of anxiety.
When I'm happy, the feelings are bubbling up inside my bones and veins and I need to let it out. I need to dance, clap, jump on the spot, run, or flap my hands.
I am able to contain such outbursts of emotion in public (most of the time anyway) because I know people look at you funny when you suddenly start clapping your hands or dancing. I have been known to start running in the street for no apparent reason. The hidden reason is that I'm happy or excited. I have confused many a bus driver who assumed I was running for the bus stop... when I was in fact running for joy.
When I'm home, however, there is no reason not to. So, I can listen to a favourite song, look at a funny meme, or watch an awesome episode of my favourite TV series... and I can clap or flap my hands or dance, to my heart's content. And I'm lucky enough that my partner doesn't mind (as long as I don't break anything!).
Welcome to my world. I am autistic and proud.
But what does stimming feel like for an autistic person?
When I'm nervous, I feel like ants running up and down my arms, and they make my fingers wriggle. I also bite my cheeks or lips. It's an outlet for the build-up of anxiety.
When I'm happy, the feelings are bubbling up inside my bones and veins and I need to let it out. I need to dance, clap, jump on the spot, run, or flap my hands.
I am able to contain such outbursts of emotion in public (most of the time anyway) because I know people look at you funny when you suddenly start clapping your hands or dancing. I have been known to start running in the street for no apparent reason. The hidden reason is that I'm happy or excited. I have confused many a bus driver who assumed I was running for the bus stop... when I was in fact running for joy.
When I'm home, however, there is no reason not to. So, I can listen to a favourite song, look at a funny meme, or watch an awesome episode of my favourite TV series... and I can clap or flap my hands or dance, to my heart's content. And I'm lucky enough that my partner doesn't mind (as long as I don't break anything!).
Welcome to my world. I am autistic and proud.
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