There’s a phrase I frequently repeat that goes like this: “There is no such thing as an Autistic adult.” I adopted this phrase after reading the hyperlinked blog post and often repeat it when I’m frustrated. In truth, I often find myself frustrated.
My husband, who founded this site always encourages me to write more here. I enjoy writing but I find I tend to write less when I’m mentally and/or emotionally exhausted. Welcome to the last decade or so of my life!
The article linked above makes the case that supports and services for those with autism end at about age 18 which is kind of ludicrous because one does not age out of autism. I don’t fully know about the differences in availability of services as my (now 29-year-old) son with autism was not diagnosed until age 20, but I can say that there is a whole network of services for minors with learning disabilities through the school system. I have another child who requires such services. Any services available for adults seem virtually non-existent. Finding and qualifying for them can be like trying to find a needle in a haystack if they even exist. This is excessively frustrating to understand and live, especially when you didn’t know your child needed services or would have benefitted from them until it was much too late because they had “aged out” before you understood the need.
While I can’t fully answer the question the title above asks, I can share my experience as the parent of an adult with autism.
So how does autism affect adult life? Here’s an example of our son being called for jury duty, when he was 23-year-old. It’s a simple matter, right? In California (where we then lived), you just call the number provided in the letter on the assigned date and find out if you are selected to appear for possible service. Simple. Only, it’s not to one with autism, who has the often accompanying anxiety. So how did this eventually work out? It wasn’t easy.
My son totally missed making the phone call. He had set an alarm on his phone to remind him but my husband and I weren’t home the evening he was to make it…and so he just didn’t call. We were quite surprised. I mean, it’s pretty easy, right? You call, find out, end of story. But because my son had no previous experience with this situation his anxiety due to that lack of familiarity caused him to become overwhelmed. Since we weren’t there to help guide him step by step, he shut down and did nothing. This resulted in a stern letter from the courts giving him a chance to make it right and follow through one more time (he could select a date range) or risk legal penalties as jury service is mandated by law. This, of course, overwhelmed him again.
I had to walk him through the online process stipulated by the letter and I had him put on his phone calendar the day he was to call about Jury Duty. I put it on mine, also, which is shared with my husband so we both knew about it and could make sure it was not skipped, again. The fact I put it on my calendar was a saving grace, it turns out, as my son had marked the day he was to potentially serve but had failed to notate that he had to call the night before to see if he needed to appear. Had I not taken ownership of the situation to make sure he did make the call on time, my son might well have ended up facing legal penalties which I think included the possibility of fines and potentially jail time. He was not trying to avoid service at all, he just lacked the skill set/experience/ability to navigate the system. See, new and unfamiliar situations which require him to act or follow a specific directive overwhelm him and cause him to shut down. He means to follow through, but often his neurology gets in the way. He did call at the second appointed time, and he was, in fact, selected to appear for potential service. Great, all should be fine from here on out, right? No. It wasn’t.
You see, he was mandated to appear the next town over at 8 AM. We are pretty close to the courthouse in our town, but the courthouse the next town over is about 23 minutes away. By car. My son (as is not at all uncommon among adults with autism) does not have a license or a car. Instead, he uses the bus system. But there is a catch, whenever he takes a new route, my husband will take it with him to help quell his anxiety and uncertainty. He’d never taken a bus to the town in which he was expected to appear, and further, the buses to that town run about every hour and begin at about 7 AM. We all know that buses make frequent stops and are not the most efficient mode of transportation.
(When my son had to take the bus to the satellite college campus the next town over from us, which is about 25 minutes from our home in the opposite direction of the jury duty town, it took him an hour to get there and 1.5 hours to get home.)
As you can see, taking the bus wasn’t possible because 1) our son didn’t know the route if there even was one, and 2) the travel time and bus connections could well have made him very late exacerbating the problem. So, he had to be driven by a parent. Can you imagine the problem that would cause if both parents had been confined to a 9-5 job with no flexibility to transport him?
One may think the fact he had to be driven by his parents and the fact that he needed our help in navigating the whole situation is no big deal. Now, stop and think of all the new situations and systems you have to navigate on a daily or weekly basis and you might begin to see the problem and how it affects the lives of our lives of the parents as well as the child with autism. It’s not that my son is unintelligent, quite the opposite. He is articulate and is not obviously affected by autism on first impression, but this can actually create more problems as he is often expected to function in ways that are very difficult for him, ways that require a lot of support behind the scenes about which people are simply unaware. Ways that are exhausting for us parents. See, just at the time you think your child should be stretching their wings and moving towards independence, you are confronted with the reality that in many ways they are actually MORE dependent upon you because society expects more of them. As you can imagine this reality is a bit crushing and is diametrically opposed to how society/others think (heck, how I thought) the trajectory of an adult child should materialize.
My husband still has to walk our son through every process relating to the college system, from enrolling in classes to communicating with professors when difficulties arise, etc. Our son maxes out at two classes a semester due to his anxiety and dysgraphia. Autism is not one neurological issue, rather it encompasses a plethora of issues/disabilities/mental processing/learning issues along with the often understood social issues. It is this cocktail of issues that led our son who had received a very nice scholarship from a private college on the east coast to struggle greatly with independent self-structured living.
How many individuals with disabilities are in jail not because they are bad people who meant any harm or meant to break the law, but simply because they lacked the support and guidance needed to help them navigate complex governmental systems?
People with autism typically struggle with structuring their daily lives and following through, otherwise known as executive function. The year away at college left him $12,000 in debt with little to show for it. Shortly after he came home, we pursued having him tested at the urging of his school’s psychologist which led to him being diagnosed with autism.
It’s not uncommon for those with autism to develop areas of special interest, fortunately for my son, his interests happen to be in computer science/programming and tech-related topics, so hopefully one day this will result in him being able to secure a job. I don’t expect it will be an easy path, and I doubt his finding a job will happen in a typical manner with interviews, etc. He does have the aptitude, so I am hopeful. Meanwhile, I pray for a path, a person, who can come alongside him and hopefully mentor him. Someone who understands that my son is perfectly capable, he just functions in some different ways that a little understanding can help mitigate.
One thing I find incredibly troubling in the jury duty situation is that my son could well have found himself in jail had we not stepped in… simply due to his neurology, not because he had any desire or intention to thwart the law. This prospect is frightening and leads me to question: how many individuals with disabilities are in jail not because they are bad people who meant any harm or meant to break the law, but simply because they lacked the support and guidance needed to help them navigate complex governmental systems? The possibilities are staggering.
This essay is from our Anastasis Series where we resurrect articles from the past that are either still relevant today. This piece was first published on June 6, 2016, and has been lightly edited and updated.
ETA: It is now six years later, life with my son is largely unchanged. He has made more progress toward his degree. He is a senior majoring in computer science and hopefully will graduate in the next year or so. But, I can’t emphasize enough how much scaffolding he requires from us his parents. Whenever he has a paper due, I must drop whatever I’m doing for a day or two and coax him through the process of gathering information and writing the paper. This has been a challenge as for the last two and a half years I was also a full-time college student. We now live in Tennessee and have located some resources for which we hope he’ll qualify which can help him toward a more independent life for his sake. We’ve been in the process for a year with no assistance gained.