In the beginning this blog was meant to bring attention to the lack of awareness and recognition girls and women with ASD’s face in society today and to spread awareness that this condition appears and even *IS* quite different in girls and women than it is in males. And I think it has, and I think it is.
Yep, it was only supposed to be about that in the beginning. But then it grew, as most things do.
What was going to be a blog solely dedicated to stories of Bean and I as girls living life with psycological and neurological conditions, and how we, as females on the went unnoticed for so long – has evolved.
Last night I was watching an old video of Pups playing with Bean. It’s a sweet, uninspiring, and certainly unexceptional, video of two little girls, sisters, playing. Except that it is totally inspiring and totally exceptional – if you know what you’re looking for. As I watched I saw a bond grow between siblings, I saw an older sister unintentionally teach her younger sister how to play, and a younger sister unintentionally teach her older sister – who was still very much a child still herself at the age of 11 years old – patience and understanding. I realize now just how many important life lessons were learned in those simple sweet games. Not just from a little sister in awe of her big sister, but of a little girl with autism who was learning from and mimicking this interesting, creative and social older (neurotypical) girl.
Bean, of course, is in her own right (and with no help from others) a very creative little person. Her zest for drama and adventures is all her. But I think a lot can be said about the ease in which she has learned to play with others being in part thanks to her big sister being a dedicated friend and mentor.
Bean’s natural tendencies tend not to fit in to the mould that society expects from little girls, let alone children. Pups, most innocently, has been nurturing Bean for years in a way that only another child, a sibling, could. With no pity, or judgement. Just play > and perhaps the enjoyment of controlling the game and telling your younger sibling what to do. She helped Bean to learn much of what doesn’t come naturally to her.
I now realize that Bean isn’t the only story here, nor am I. Nor are we the only stories from our family that relate to autism in any way. Pups and Bear, the Hub and Tig – they are all part of this story, a story of our life and about our autism. A story of our own personal experiences and versions of autism. Each of us plays an important role here, each of us helps to mould one another as loving, understanding, and certainly very interesting individuals. This blog is a long story broken up in many separate posts. It describes the wonder and amazement about seeing things and people again, but for the first time. It is honest and unapologetic to its audience, taking you through our joy and our pain, through our learning and our acceptance.
And if we are lucky, really lucky, we will always somehow have just the right amount of humour mixed in to the mix. Because what’s life without some funny?