I did not babble or speak when I was supposed to. Eventually, I began asking "What's this?" and "What's that?" but said little else. When I started to speak, I used complete sentences and formal language. I began school, and people noticed I was selectively mute.
Aside from speech, I also had delays in potty training and other milestones. I drank from a bottle until I was seven. I carried stuffed toys/puppets with me everywhere but school, where I was not allowed to do that.
At bedtime, I also needed my grandmother to recite the same script with me. Every night. She had her parts; I had mine.
My pops played echolalia games with me, encouraging me to repeat him so I could learn new words. He also invented nonsense words just for family.
I was a "picky eater." We had one of those plates to keep the food from touching.
Since my family was poor, I sometimes went without eating. Kid me was very thin and frequently ill. I felt like I had no choice, though. Eating would have ALSO made me ill.
The speech delay, mutism, and inability to understand my own emotions-- those led to widespread issues. I would lash out physically because I could not communicate.
Once I hit my dad in the face with a broom to wake him up. I got in a lot of fights.
The school counselor pulled me out of class for social emotional learning. Basically I played board games with other kids to practice "normal behavior."
My parents took me to therapy, where I learned that not knowing my feelings was unusual.
I watched Star Wars over...
...and over...
...and over...
...and over...
Then, I grew up.
I named my kid after Princess Leia. I have a spaceship collection, a stuffed wookiee, and a Lego Yoda clock.
Because autistic kids become autistic adults.
I remember watching this made-for-TV movie. A girl sat on the floor and rocked herself. Everyone around her was horrified/unsympathetic. I got mad. I knew EXACTLY why the girl rocked herself.
My grandmother told me the girl was autistic.