This is a musing about confronting, and the confrontation of invisible disability.
What happens when the invisible is confronted in a stark and abrupt instant?
A recent encounter inside the lift on my way up to my art studio brought me once more, eyeball to uncomfortable eyeball, with the conundrum of ‘framing’ an invisible neurological difference. In my case, it is autism – and this is an issue that the higher functioning in the spectrum are constantly faced with, because we exist and function in the midst of, and juxtaposed with, the ‘normalcy’ of neurotypical constructs and systems.
I recently applied for and received official permission to bring Lucy to my art studio on campus, as my emotional assistance dog. I went through all the proper channels: obtained a doctor’s letter from the university health clinic, a report and request notice from the Student Equity and Disabilities Unit, full support from both my supervisors, and subsequently final approval from the Faculty Manager. Despite my anxiety, everyone involved in the process were wonderfully kind, and additional to granting my request, I was allocated a space to suit my particular sensory needs, as well as one which takes into account Lucy’s presence.
There were a few initial minor hiccups where the security office was not informed, but I explained the situation to the officer in charge, and he was very kind about it, as were all the other security personnel who subsequently approached me about Lucy’s presence on campus. They were only doing their jobs, and they all became very friendly and accepting of Lucy once I had explained, and a few even stopped to chat awhile about retired racing Greyhounds. There had never been any awkward moments at all – until this encounter.
This time, the invisible was confronted in a few stark and abrupt moments inside a small confined physical space, occupied by four human bodies in verbal, semantic interaction, and one dog standing as silent witness of it all.
On that day, I was on the way to my art studio, and one lady and two male security staff entered the lift together with Lucy and me. As the lift door closed, the more senior of the security officers, who had not met me and Lucy before this, informed me that dogs were not allowed on campus. I was prepared for this, and it made logical sense, because I know security need to do their jobs, so I explained, without difficulty, that I had official permission to bring her with me as my disability assistance dog. He was immediately satisfied, and proceeded to chat with me about Lucy. It was in the midst of this, that the lady, who had heard and witnessed this interchange (she was inside the lift with us and observing us intently, there is no way she didn’t hear what I said to the security officer), then decided to address me.
“Surely you don’t really need an assistance dog, do you?”
I was most taken aback at her interruption, and even more so at her tone of voice. I do not interpret the eyes or body language well, and often fail to grasp the more implicit elements of social exchange, but I am nevertheless very sensitive to tones and tonal nuances. The tonality definitely did not come across as friendly to me at all. I looked up at her (she is a tall lady and I am rather short), directly at her eyes, and replied, as calmly as I could, trying not to allow my voice to quiver or squeak from anxiety at being surprised in such a manner. “I have autism and she is my emotional assistance dog,” maintaining a steady eye contact throughout. Was she taken aback at my very firm, confident rejoinder? I am not sure, as I am unable to read the eyes, and I only make eye contact because I have trained myself to do so, and I know for a fact it is useful in interactions with neurotypical people, especially in situations such as this one.
We arrived at the 4th floor, the security officers got out with me and Lucy, but the lady discovered she had forgotten to press the lift button to the 2nd floor, which was where she was actually headed. She must have been distracted by Lucy’s presence and the unusual goings on inside that little space for those few moments, now forever locked in ephemerality.
The interchange occurred in real time, but the multi-dimensional meanings it produced began to reverberate in a ponderous, deep basso continuo only after I had navigated myself and Lucy into my studio space, settled Lucy down and proceeded to inspect my fabric installation. Only then, did the incident begin to ‘register’ itself properly in my consciousness, and it was then that my brain was able to start the process of analysis. From here, I could gather enough visual and sonic informational recall of the event to form an intellectual opinion as well as an emotional reaction: I found it increasingly disturbing.
For the uninitiated, this ‘delayed effect’ is quite typical of autism – I am less able to react ‘in the moment’ during social interactions, and my brain takes a longish time to absorb, replay and assimilate the verbal exchanges and various innuendos and even body language expressed. By the time I have managed to grasp anything at all, the moment is usually long over. The time lapse is even more pronounced when anything like a potentially unpleasant face-to-face encounter occurs. Well, this time was like all other times.
A few questions now linger in my mind, playing out incessantly, another ‘side-effect’ of autistic cognition. It isn’t a grand emotional issue, it is a persistent discomforting feeling that something is not ‘right’ in the area of logic and reason. Many of us find it difficult to ‘let go’ of brain worms, until a logical and truth-based solution based on concrete fact is arrived at – which, in a neurotypical social world, is often not possible.
What was disturbing (to me) about this exchange with the lady?
The most immediate cause of disquiet has to do with expectation. As a result of all the positive support and reactions I have received thus far from everyone at every level regarding my having with me an emotional assistance dog, I was lulled into a comfortable expectation of kindness. I expected questions, but I did not expect to have to deal with any unpleasantness, especially not of this nature (yes, autistics do tend to ‘file’ things in our minds, including people, and our brains function very much like library systems). In other words, I was quite unprepared for negativity, especially within a setting such as this one. Many people, even the neurotypical, do not like being unprepared, but the autistic mind is particularly thrown into chaos by sudden jolts of change, and our minds and senses do not function optimally when surprised – we are not built for easy social banter and spontaneous, impromptu rejoinders. As a result, even those of us with higher functioning intellects become mentally and emotionally impaired in many such instances, where our reactions then have to rely on learned responses, and how well we execute these learned responses depends on the amount of practice and level of skill at ‘play acting’ that we may or may not possess.
Apart from being caught off guard by the unexpected, a more sinister reason for my sense of unease began to unfold in my mind.
What prompted this lady to react that way?
Is it a lack of education? In the case of this lady, the issue most definitely shouldn’t be a lack of education. Did she think I was flouting a rule (no pets allowed on campus)? It could not be so, since she clearly heard my explanation to the security officer – that I had already obtained official permission from the Faculty Manager to bring Lucy with me as my assistance dog, and that the person in charge of security is aware about us. This brings me to the logical conclusion, then, that her question was issued as a challenge to a) my need for an assistance dog, which is thus a question of my disability itself, and b) the truthfulness of my explanation.
What is amusing, in a rather dark way, was that it only took all of that brief period of time in the lift, going from the ground floor to the fourth floor (and we hadn’t even arrived at the fourth when she spoke to me), for her to make an assessment of me and then decide to question the validity of my needs, and therefore my disability. I did not mention autism to the security officers, nor did I need to – they were satisfied that I had obtained official permission, and they did not press the matter further. The irony is, the people who may be perceived as less informed, less ‘educated,’ were more accepting of my explanation than this lady. Not even experts in the field are able to make an accurate assessment in such a short period of time.
An invasion of privacy.
I did not realise this at the moment, because I am slow to grasp implicit meanings in social interactions, but this confrontation was actually an invasion of my privacy. In order to provide a polite and truthful answer to her challenging question, I was forced into revealing the specific nature of my disability and justify my right to exercising my rights. The lady has a right to ask questions, especially if someone may be perceived as breaking the rules, however, if she had any valid suspicions about me, she should have asked to speak to me in private, where appropriate exchange may take place, without offense to either party.
A question of integrity.
This is by far the most sinister of all my reasonings on this matter. Taken literally, not wishing to attach meanings to her question because I am not adept at the fine art of innuendo, the lady’s question was worded in a way which challenged any sort of need I may have for an assistance dog. To me, upon reflection and dissection, it seems a broad sweeping pronouncement – with an even more sinister undertone, than just a lack of tact. She is implying, by logical inference, that I am lying: either that I am lying about having obtained official permission, or that I have lied in order to obtain permission for an assistance dog. The former is upsetting, but perhaps a rather backhanded compliment that I have the gumption and daring to pull off such a stunt as bringing a very large sized dog in to campus with me, pretending that I have permission to do so. (There is little logic in this, though, because I wonder WHY anyone would want to do such a thing for a lark?) The latter is a slur on the abilities of the people involved in the process of granting official permission.
I am still most disturbed. The sensory shadow of the event engulfs me now each time I approach the lift with Lucy, and I have to fight the urge to flee, or the innate autistic instinct to isolate and avoid – I know I need to go to that space and use it, my work is of foremost importance to me, and I also know I must not deprive myself of what is officially and rightfully my right, so I will continue to bring Lucy with me when I need her. However, unpleasant as it may be, and despite the lingering bitter effects, my intellectual attitude is that every situation and encounter is fodder for more thought, more analysis and therefore more creative expression. I therefore do not approach this from a negative perspective, although the implications disturb me, because my integrity is important to me.
I am well aware that as an autistic individual, it is somewhat a responsibility of mine to advocate and educate and share about autism, to foster better understanding between different mental cultures. That is and will always be a passion of mine. However, I have an exhibition coming up which I really need to focus on, and I cannot afford more time and effort than I have already spent to pursue the matter for the purpose of a mutually satisfactory empathic resolution. It is another fact of life for autistic individuals that pursuing resolutions which involve more social interaction is extremely taxing for us, even though many of us who wish to function within the constructs of the world at large understand this and make constant effort for the sake of reciprocity and harmonious co-existence. In this case, because of an even more pressing need to focus elsewhere, I shall have to leave this matter hanging until such a time that I am better able to derive a conclusion, and I shall then dutifully write about it too! This musing merely represents a process of my mind, the result of some relentless thought processing, and the immediate purpose of this post is to show the reader what our minds often go through when the unexpected is encountered, especially one of a social nature.
I end this rambling with a quote from The Little Prince, by Antoine St. Exupery.
Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
(English translation: Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.)
Postscript: Very often, because of strong detail focus cognition, autistic individuals like myself tend to ponder incessantly over tiny minutiae, and forget to stand back to take in the global perspective (not that we are unable, but just that we tend to forget to do so because of intrinsic cognitive preference or style). I now see, with some prompting from someone I respect greatly, that it is my responsibility to address the issue, not just because of the need to foster better understanding, but also that the lady I encountered does deserve the chance to be made aware of her mistake and receive counseling. I am not one of the pity-party-Aspie community, I do not believe in making huge mountains out of molehills complaining about what the world doesn’t understand in us, rather, I believe reciprocity and understanding is an effort to be made by persons on both sides of the equation, from both mental cultures. This post was a musing, and it shows how my mind processes material, and I must reiterate, for the sake of readers on all sides of the neuro-spectrums, that it is not a complaint, and it will indeed lead to a positive follow up. Soon.
I am pleased to write that the matter has come to a most satisfactory conclusion and resolution, with the help of people who care and are willing and able to lend their support in effective ways.
Some pertinent lessons I have learned from this experience:
1. Speak – even if it takes time (because of the way we process social interactions), make the effort to sort the jangling tangled thoughts out and verbalise as much as possible. Yes, our innate instinct is to isolate or flee, but if we can push through this and reach out, there is a better chance for resolution for self, as well as creating awareness for others like you. And do not be afraid to seek the help and advice of someone or a select few people you respect and trust (again seeking help does go against our innate autistic tendencies, but we need to do this to be heard!).
2. Move forward – do not stew inside the whirlpool or quicksand of endless thought processing. Take the step forward towards a positive action, even if it uncomfortable.
3. Neurotypicals can be your allies! – this is not a childish feet stamping game of ‘me vs. you,’ ‘us vs. them.’ Just as there are people with differing attitudes, moral values and lifestyles within the autistic community, neurotypical society is an eclectic spectrum of variations too.
I am more and more convinced, as I persevere along this path of advocacy, that in order to properly canvas for acceptance and awareness of disabilities, especially invisible anomalies such as autism, we need the help of those who are different from us but who share a common vision for reciprocity and understanding. All sides of the equation need to work together towards positive change. I count myself most fortunate to have found many wonderful neurotypical friends and allies who offer freely their support and different perspectives, and who sometimes act on my behalf, navigating difficult areas which I am much less adept at doing and in ways which I am unable to.