Birds of A Feather: Stephen, Adam, Me and ASD

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As I see it, being autistic is something like being a bird.[1] The idea here is that despite the many striking differences between hawks, chickens, finches, etc., the various species, sub-species and varieties have enough in common to warrant grouping them all together into a single category: birds.

Furthermore, because of what they have in common, it’s entirely reasonable to study, say, parrots if you want to learn about turkeys, or maybe starlings if you want to learn about ducks; provided you remember that big differences exist between these various kinds of birds – only some don’t fly, only some eat meat, only some have long necks, and only some can mimic human speech.

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Many birds can fly, but not all; and some critters that can fly aren’t birds. Analogously, many autistic people are good at mathematics, but not all; and some people who are good at mathematics aren’t autistic. Image Credit: Pixabay

I’d like to know what you actually think of this analogy, but for now I’ll consider it useful. In any case, the idea here is that much like birds, those of us with Autism Spectrum Disorder (“ASD”, “autism”) have enough in common to make it useful to think of us as a particular group; but if you pick any two of us for a closer look, you shouldn’t be surprised to see significant differences in the way ASD manifests symptomatically. For example, my own ASD seems to manifest in a great deal of writing (philography);

a fascination with foreign languages (especially Spanish, these days); and a personal arsenal of knee-jerk defense mechanisms wired into my nervous system from decades of David-vs-Goliath-style showdowns, and which can make me quite unlikable under some conditions.[2]

I don’t imagine that philography is an especially common ASD symptom (although Isaac Asimov, believed by some to have had ASD, published over 300 books in his lifetime), but I’m somewhat relieved to know that I didn’t invent “autistic irritability”. Also, I don’t seem to have the sorts of sensory issues that many with ASD have to struggle with; nor do I instantiate the stereotype that those with ASD are humorless and blind to sarcasm, as debunked by the many posts I have in my jokes category.

Like anything, ASD must have its norms and outliers – white swans and black. A famous example of an outlier is London artist Stephen Wiltshire, who can draw an entire city from memory after having observed it during a 20 minute helicopter ride.

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Now, I find that astonishing. I know I could never do that or really anything quite like it. That sort of behavior is just so far out on whatever measuring scale you want to use to measure it. I have gone through a drawing phase, even achieved a few minor successes, but eventually abandoned it. But even if you could normalize the scale to make it content independent – calculate the standard deviation, so to speak – I really don’t think I’ve ever done, nor ever could do anything that approaches his media-worthy, black-swan sort of deviance. You’ll never see an article about me in National Geographic, is what I’m trying to say here.

And yet Wiltshire and I are both “birds”, right? — that is to say, we both have ASD. Perhaps he is a macaw and I am an egret, but we’re both birds. And as a matter of fact, as different as he and I appear to be, I can actually recognize something of myself in his behavior. “It takes one to know one”, perhaps. I’m not saying I could ever quite do what he does; even if I logged the so-called 10,000 hours of deliberate practice it supposedly[3] takes to achieve world-class expertise in anything. But I absolutely recognize and live on a daily basis the same kind of fanatical commitment I know he must have to his art. I too am relentless in this way, as I’m sure he is, “like a locomotive” is how I sometimes describe it to others, and in a way that really most people are not, no matter how passionate they may otherwise be.

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My own routines and rituals (reading, language study, exercise, eating, etc.) are for the most part daily activities, and rigidly so, regardless of the day, including vacations, holidays and birthdays, and regardless of what else is going on in my life, who died or happens to be visiting. To illustrate: on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, after learning about the atrocities in New York (I was living in Montreal at that time), I warded off an anxiety attack by getting back to my rigorous actuarial exam preparations. “Stay the course” I told myself, “can’t get distracted”. While the rest of the world wept and grieved, I deliberately practiced calculating probabilities and summing infinite series.I think the sensationalist appeal of cases such as Wiltshire’s can be misleading however, and may explain much about how my own diagnosis could have been missed for decades.

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Who couldn’t love this face? Doesn’t he look like a great guy?Image Credit: Stephen Wiltshire

It would appear that Wiltshire’s own story is a happy one. He has a warm, friendly face and a huggable good-guy weirdness that appeals to the general public – a redeeming genius, or “claim to fame”. He’s the sort of autistic person we can all love and be proud of. People (even doctors, apparently) look at him and think “oh, so that’s autism…”, and then they look at me and think “…and that’s just some ordinary a**hole who can’t hold down a full-time job; goes bankrupt, destroys his credit rating; who burns social bridges and ultimately alienates every woman who tries to love him; who will go jogging through the streets of Montreal during a blizzard; and who wakes up at 5 AM on Christmas morning to memorize the principal parts of German irregular verbs, or perhaps the entire German text of the Grimm brothers’ Snow White.”

Yeah, because that’s so what ordinary a**holes do, if you can pardon my sarcasm.

Gosh, how much of Civilization do we owe to the world’s Steven Wiltshires, these heroically autistic, black-swan good-guy weirdos? According to the Internet, Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein had ASD. I think I read somewhere that John Stuart Mill and Jeremy Bentham had ASD. These observations are pregnant with generalization: autism is a good thing, useful even.

But other, less cheerful scenarios are possible. As a horrifically different type of deviance, recall that back in 2012 a 20-year-old autistic man (Adam Lanza) shot and killed 20 children and 6 adults up in an elementary school in Connecticut.

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Some autistic people can do some pretty nasty things, but the overwhelming majority do not. Also, most people who do nasty things are not autistic. Image Credit: Pixabay

Like Wiltshire’s case, Lanza’s is also astonishing, in a heart-breaking way. And of course, that is also something I could never do. Especially as a father of two young children, the whole affair is a monstrosity to me. I abhor violence and guns and the last time I was in anything like a physical altercation I was 16 years old and some random hooligan accosted me on a crowded street and punched me twice in the side of the head, to which I responded by blushing and weeping.

And yet, Wiltshire, Lanza and I, we’re all birds, aren’t we? We all have Autistic Spectrum Disorder (or had, in Lanza’s case – he is dead). And in the same way that I can see something of myself in Wiltshire’s case, when I am honest with myself (and you), I have to admit, and with no small discomfort, that I can see something of myself in Lanza’s case too. Let me be clear: I do not identify with the cruelty and violence. I’m much, much more likely to draw an entire city from memory than I am to commit some schoolhouse massacre. And yet…when I try to imagine what Lanza might have been thinking and feeling as he raged and blazed his way through that kindergarten…I’d be lying if I said (like I believe most would say) that I found Lanza’s actions utterly incomprehensible, because I don’t.

Yeah, Lanza and I are both “birds”, like Stephen Wiltshire; and I think I can see that fairly clearly. Yup, much like vultures, ostriches, and peacocks, we all have a lot in common, remarkable differences notwithstanding.


[1] This is just an analogy, of course, but I think it’s a good one, at least for now, and until I encounter the sort of evidence that could change my mind. That’s not just lip-service, by the way. If you disagree with me about the usefulness of this analogy, I invite you to explain why in a comment below.

[2] I always see myself as David in these scenarios, but I don’t think my Goliaths always agree.

[3] The so-called 10,000 rule, is quite controversial. For example: The ‘10,000-hour rule’ about becoming an expert is wrong — here’s why.

I Think This Should Be A Word: Stoogestic

I think we need a word that means something like comically foolish, majestically so. And although many of us might use royally dumb for that purpose, it’s always good to have synonyms on hand, and so I propose the word stoogestic, which is just a mashup of the words stooge — like from The Three Stooges — and majestic.

Now, I’m putting this out there because so very much of what our Doofus-in-Chief does leaves me speechless and groping for the right word to describe what he just did on behalf of all of us, but I really think the word stoogestic can be used in any context where a human being does something so regally ridiculous that it could make large groups of people laugh, even as they are snuggled up tight next to the threat of nuclear apocalypse.

To help you understand where I’m coming from, here is a nice YouTube compilation of some of T-Rump’s stoogesticisms: [Note: at the 35 second mark in this compilation is a clip where the POOTUS endorses the myth that vaccines cause autism.]

 

CHRIS PACKHAM: ASPERGER’S AND ME

“…What you probably don’t know, because I’ve been hiding it most of my life, is that my brain is different than yours…because I’m autistic…There’s a lot about me that is pretty normal…but there’s a lot of…other things which are not quite so normal….”

— Chris Packham, Aspergers and Me