Rantish, my apologies, but why it just isn't fair.
I’m just a kid, I know, but if I’ve already learned anything about life is that it’s not fair; all we Aspies can say that. But it’s as if Asperger’s itself wasn’t enough…
Even if I didn’t have AS, my life would be far from ‘normal’. My entire family is from India, but we currently live in the Middle East. See, my father’s job in the oil industry and his climb up the corporate ladder forces our family to move all over the world; I’m only thirteen but already have lived in four countries. It’s not all glitz and glamour in the international lifestyle, though, especially for me.
Even though we’re a very well-travelled family, my family is still strongly connected to our roots and our culture; as well as the not-so tolerant parts of their beliefs. It’s really hard, because I’m living in constant fear. My parents believe firmly in physical punishment and as do I to an extent; but my parents CANNOT distinguish from physical punishment and right-out abuse. According to them it is a perfectly acceptable practice, and unfortunately all other relatives I have believe the same way. It’s not just fear of abuse- when I finally racked up the nerve a fair few months ago to ask them to have a serious conversation and finally admit that I believe I am agnostic, you know what they did? They laughed. Their daughter could never commit an act so heinous, she must obviously not be serious to say she has deviated from Hinduism. That was the only time I had ever approached them on something on that high a level of importance, and they shot me down absolutely refusing to even discuss the issue. Oh, and of course I got in trouble for ‘joking’ like that, and you can imagine what ‘getting in trouble’ constitutes in this household.
Couple the intolerant household along with the process of being viciously torn up by the roots every few years or so, and what do you get when someone with AS (and most likely clinical depression) leads that lifestyle?
Living hell.
I’m treated like a diseased THING. An object, something to be shut away. The slightest suggestion that anything could be wrong with my head sends them into an almost atelophobic fit of rage and panic. Because of this, they have denied me the right to see a psychiatrist or receive any other sort of help, or even discuss any issues. Oh, what am I saying- they use a psychiatric visit as a THREAT against my sister, aged 18, when she does not behave according to their whims (i.e. talking back, expressing a different opinion)- psychiatric treatment is considered one of the utmost disgraces that could ever befall a person, according to my parents. Also referencing their theory, if you are diagnosed with any sort of mental illness, defect or disorder, you automatically belong in the nuthouse locked away for the sake of human kind. It may seem like a stretch, how I relay my parents’ views, but it’s the truth, the truth as I’ve so brutally experienced. There is not a SINGLE day I can get through without being called an idiot, worthless, screwed up, pathetic, or some other equally hurtful insult/swearword in Hindi, and constantly yelled at/punished for failing to understand apparently ‘simple’ things. They simply refuse to accept that I. AM. DIFFERENT. Their attempts to ‘break my stubbornness’ only make me loathe them more, they do not understand that they’ve made me start wishing I was locked up and finally away from this nightmare.
At least I know to expect that from them. I crave routine, if I do not have at least a shred of day-to-day stability I simply melt down. Nearly every part of my day is mapped out so I know what I have to do when, so there are no surprises. As you can guess I’m horrible at social situations; even working up the nerve to say hi to someone and engage in small talk takes me months of mental preparation and planning. And then of course I’m still terrified and panic. Doesn’t help that my parents are quite popular socialites and force me to be present at every bloody stupid party they host, with me curled up in a corner just waiting for the night to be over already. But yeah- like I said, I move quite a lot. Every two-three years or so we pack up and move to a different goddern CONTINENT. The absolute agony, the immense trials I go through; at times like those I had even come close to suicide. It takes so long for me to get even remotely attached to someone, and every time they are taken away from me...
I honestly just don’t know what to do; I’ve tried so hard to be optimistic ever since my counselor suggested to my parents two years ago that I see a psychiatrist; her nephew had AS and she recognized symptoms in me. I’ve been reading up on AS ever since and I’ve pretty much confirmed that I probably do have it- but of course I can't go properly get myself diagnosed. Of course, two years ago I lived in America. Now here I am in the Middle East, and this summer I’m moving AGAIN. I don’t know how many more complete breakdowns I can take before I flip out and just quit being able to handle things one too many times.
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I do not have any advice for you since I haven't endured anything like what you are going through. I didn't have an easy life growing up, but it wasn't as bad as in your situation where religion and cultural issues are so deeply rooted and I am sad for you. You know who you are, yet because of these issues they cannot accept you for who you are. They do not take your viewpoints seriously because you are a child, but from your post I can see that you are wise far beyond your years, well-educated and one hell of a writer.
If it's any consolation, and I am sure it's really not, I am extremely impressed with you. To know at your age, with all the religious and cultural influences around you, that you are agnostic is really a big thing in itself. You clearly do think for yourself, yet in their eyes you can't possibly do so as a child of your age. This is a real predicament and the only advice I could give would be to say that you need to just stick it out for a few more years until you are 18. Get out on daddy's dime and do what you need to do, then cut ties if you feel it necessary.
You are very strong for even writing this all out, and I have to again tell you how impressed I am with your intelligence. It really shows through in your words and with the fact that you have come to the point you have with your beliefs at your age despite all the influences around you.
I hate to simply "ditto" what sbcmetroguy said but it's all exactly what I was going to say. You know who you are, and your family will not acknowledge that or accept you, so you are stuck surviving them until you're legally old enough to get out on your own.
If you know the laws and systems of the country you're currently in, you may be able to get help getting away from those people if they are abusing you. I feel like your prospects for this must have been better in the US than a lot of Middle Eastern countries.
You are an intelligent and worthwhile human being. You have a right to be on this earth and live free of abuse. I hope that you make it to an age and situation where you can become independent of your abusers, and meet and be around more intelligent and open-minded people. I wish you luck in finding your way.
Impressionist,
I wish I was there with you. I could be your friend.
Your post broke my heart. I wish things get better for you soon and that your parents realize the mistakes they are making.
Your sister...is she helping you with what you're going through? Is she someone you can confide in?
We're thinking of you here and this hopefully brings you some comfort.
sinsboldly
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Even if I didn’t have AS, my life would be far from ‘normal’. My entire family is from India, but we currently live in the Middle East. See, my father’s job in the oil industry and his climb up the corporate ladder forces our family to move all over the world; I’m only thirteen but already have lived in four countries. It’s not all glitz and glamour in the international lifestyle, though, especially for me.
Even though we’re a very well-travelled family, my family is still strongly connected to our roots and our culture; as well as the not-so tolerant parts of their beliefs. It’s really hard, because I’m living in constant fear. My parents believe firmly in physical punishment and as do I to an extent; but my parents CANNOT distinguish from physical punishment and right-out abuse. According to them it is a perfectly acceptable practice, and unfortunately all other relatives I have believe the same way. It’s not just fear of abuse- when I finally racked up the nerve a fair few months ago to ask them to have a serious conversation and finally admit that I believe I am agnostic, you know what they did? They laughed. Their daughter could never commit an act so heinous, she must obviously not be serious to say she has deviated from Hinduism. That was the only time I had ever approached them on something on that high a level of importance, and they shot me down absolutely refusing to even discuss the issue. Oh, and of course I got in trouble for ‘joking’ like that, and you can imagine what ‘getting in trouble’ constitutes in this household.
Couple the intolerant household along with the process of being viciously torn up by the roots every few years or so, and what do you get when someone with AS (and most likely clinical depression) leads that lifestyle?
Living hell.
I’m treated like a diseased THING. An object, something to be shut away. The slightest suggestion that anything could be wrong with my head sends them into an almost atelophobic fit of rage and panic. Because of this, they have denied me the right to see a psychiatrist or receive any other sort of help, or even discuss any issues. Oh, what am I saying- they use a psychiatric visit as a THREAT against my sister, aged 18, when she does not behave according to their whims (i.e. talking back, expressing a different opinion)- psychiatric treatment is considered one of the utmost disgraces that could ever befall a person, according to my parents. Also referencing their theory, if you are diagnosed with any sort of mental illness, defect or disorder, you automatically belong in the nuthouse locked away for the sake of human kind. It may seem like a stretch, how I relay my parents’ views, but it’s the truth, the truth as I’ve so brutally experienced. There is not a SINGLE day I can get through without being called an idiot, worthless, screwed up, pathetic, or some other equally hurtful insult/swearword in Hindi, and constantly yelled at/punished for failing to understand apparently ‘simple’ things. They simply refuse to accept that I. AM. DIFFERENT. Their attempts to ‘break my stubbornness’ only make me loathe them more, they do not understand that they’ve made me start wishing I was locked up and finally away from this nightmare.
At least I know to expect that from them. I crave routine, if I do not have at least a shred of day-to-day stability I simply melt down. Nearly every part of my day is mapped out so I know what I have to do when, so there are no surprises. As you can guess I’m horrible at social situations; even working up the nerve to say hi to someone and engage in small talk takes me months of mental preparation and planning. And then of course I’m still terrified and panic. Doesn’t help that my parents are quite popular socialites and force me to be present at every bloody stupid party they host, with me curled up in a corner just waiting for the night to be over already. But yeah- like I said, I move quite a lot. Every two-three years or so we pack up and move to a different goddern CONTINENT. The absolute agony, the immense trials I go through; at times like those I had even come close to suicide. It takes so long for me to get even remotely attached to someone, and every time they are taken away from me...
I honestly just don’t know what to do; I’ve tried so hard to be optimistic ever since my counselor suggested to my parents two years ago that I see a psychiatrist; her nephew had AS and she recognized symptoms in me. I’ve been reading up on AS ever since and I’ve pretty much confirmed that I probably do have it- but of course I can't go properly get myself diagnosed. Of course, two years ago I lived in America. Now here I am in the Middle East, and this summer I’m moving AGAIN. I don’t know how many more complete breakdowns I can take before I flip out and just quit being able to handle things one too many times.
I can relate. By the time I was 13 if what was 'wrong with me' could have been beaten out of me, it certainly would have. My parents were not 'enlightned' in any sense of the concept. It was good enough for their forefathers, it was good enough for them.
They had the same response when I told them I was never a Christian, that I would only celebrate Yule and Ostarra and the round of the Celtic year, laughter, pitying laughter. I had no psychiatrist, no counselor at school, I was considered not much because I wasn't like a girl or a boy, I was just strange. I lived for leaving my parents house and when I was almost 18, I ran away as far as I could with out being on an airplane or a ship. I stayed away, too, and only went back to bury both of my parents, my brother still doesn't answer a phone call, or any emails.
It happens like that, sometimes. I am sorry that it still happens. Sometimes you gotta wait it out.
Merle
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I would just like to express my sincerest thanks to all; this was mainly written as a ventish thing, thank you so much for your empathy and understanding.
If it's any consolation, and I am sure it's really not, I am extremely impressed with you. To know at your age, with all the religious and cultural influences around you, that you are agnostic is really a big thing in itself. You clearly do think for yourself, yet in their eyes you can't possibly do so as a child of your age. This is a real predicament and the only advice I could give would be to say that you need to just stick it out for a few more years until you are 18. Get out on daddy's dime and do what you need to do, then cut ties if you feel it necessary.
You are very strong for even writing this all out, and I have to again tell you how impressed I am with your intelligence. It really shows through in your words and with the fact that you have come to the point you have with your beliefs at your age despite all the influences around you.
My thanks for your words and kindness, sbcmetroguy. I am quite flattered you find reason to be impressed; not to burst anyone's bubble or be a downer though, but my 'intelligence' is what got me into a hot stew of even more mess. I'm thirteen, but already a freshman in high school. My high IQ score, developed vocabulary and notable verbosity have led my parents and instructors to believe that my intelligence is higher than average, and had me bumped up a grade, against my own will not to do so. So here's this oddity of a girl who doesn't like parties, does not care for this phenomenon called 'fashion trends', avoids people at generally all cost, spends her time buried in sketchbooks and novels, seems smart but gets surprisingly bad grades, and all the while being two years younger than the rest of her 'peers'. And I honestly hadn't intended to turn even my reply into a rant, again my apologies.
A hell of a writer, eh? Why thank you. :) I do a little writing here and there, but not much. A painter at heart, I am. Family's ample finances have resulted me in being sent to fine schools, but I'm afraid the fact that I never seem to do well enough to reflect the 'intelligence' of mine they boast about angers them. School's atrocious and the thought of college scares the crimeny out of me; the real fix is that by the time I'm eighteen I'll be a sophomore in college whether I like it or not since I won't be able to legally make my own decisions, and my parents would never dream of letting their daughter go without a college education. But I do try to take your advice and just stick it out, because as I like to think things can only get better each passing year.
Unfortunately you are correct, dtoxic, seeing as there is little to no child welfare activism here for expatriates such as myself. I am moving to the US this summer however, where I assume that help would be more accessible. It just seems mindboggling, though, as to how to figure out a way I can get the support I so desperately need without having my parents find out. I'm unaware of how the system works in America, or even how people with AS are received by others; is there awareness of it? Because up until joining WP, which was a few days or so ago, I knew absolutely nobody with AS; and even now I can't say I 'know' anyone.
Thank you, Esther, for your kindness, it means much to me. A friend would mean so much to me, as well, because it's no fun being alone as I've learned. Sadly alone is how I am stuck; my sister expresses her sympathy, but regards me generally the same way as my peers, albeit with less venom. She agrees with me on the unjustness of my parents, but tends to hold me in a different light than others, like it's hard to connect with me. There's a gap between us that I'm quite sad about, but not sure how to fix.
There's comfort in knowing I'm not alone, sinsboldly, but I truly am sorry things couldn't have turned out better for you. Seems like everyone really is against you at times, eh?
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