A lot of people were sent to insane asylums, particularly women. Some of my ancestors went to workhouses and their ancestry papers say that they were "invalids" or had "fits", which I assume are either epilepsy, shutdowns, or even meltdowns.
I think it might have been OK to be the special child growing up, so long as gender norms and harsh discipline were avoided by sympathetic families. Families who depended heavily on the person's physical labour (men's work or women's) would have been more demanding. Autistic adults and parents would have had a very difficult time with sensory wearing the ridiculous clothes and not having access to heat, air conditioning, or even cars for transportation. Sometimes when it's very humid I imagine having to wear those heavy dresses with underlayers, with uncomfortable sanitary materials, cooking in small rooms on an open fire with no AC, or walking miles to church in the hot sun while pregnant. It makes me want to pass out. Likewise with the cold, like that scene in Jane Eyre when their wash basins freeze over with ice at night. The lack of indoor plumbing and the fact toilet roll wasn't invented, or that people couldn't shower, gives me the shivers. Everything sounds so uncomfortable and quite frankly, smelly.
I think it would have been hell because of all my sensory issues, even if I were lucky enough to live alone. One family of my ancsetors were wool combers. They lived in a two room cottage in Haworth, full of sheep in the winter months. I'm allergic to wool and can't even breathe the fibres from a distance. I'm turning red just thinking about the rashes and hives I'd get, but have to cover in those heavy clothes.
Just shoot me, please.
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