My mom was diagnosed with Autism a little over a year ago. Growing up was very complicated for my siblings and I because my mother has the emotional maturity of a child... though it couldn't have been as difficult for us as it was for her. She dropped out of school at 16 because of her dyslexia and social awkwardness, and didn't try to work until she was 36 years old. At that point she couldn't hold even a minimum-wage job, could barely take care of herself at all... let alone her three teenagers and two children. Without my jerk of a father to support her financially, she'd still live with her parents. She always seemed so sweet and so beautiful but so sad and always "stressed out" or "hyper". I didn't understand that anything was "different" about her until I became a teenager. And even then, it never occurred to me that that she might have passed it onto me... after all, my mother and I are entirely different people. I do very well in school, was never bullied or had trouble making friends (I was never particularly interested in maintaining friendships, but I just wrote that off as "normal" introversion), which isn't the way it was for her. I knew nothing about Asperger's, and very little about Autism in general; if we had known, things would have been much easier for all of us. Looking back on the decisions and actions she took while raising us, I new that she did everything out of love... but you have to have the maturity of an adult to raise children.
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Nobody realizes that most people expend tremendous energy
merely to be normal.
? Albert Camus