by Tigger_the_Wing on Mon Aug 31, 2009 12:40 pm
I actually found my 80's version of 'Baby and Child' by Penelope Leach to be most helpful. I have no idea whether more recent editions have changed anything. Her emphasis on parenting the child you've got, rather than trying to turn them into a 'standard child' was inspirational; when any of my children did anything 'differently' I just thought "Oh, I don't have that kind of child." I'm not sure whether that was what she meant, but it doesn't matter.
Bear in mind that three of my children were born in 1981, '82 and '84; around nine to twelve years or so before 'Asperger's Syndrome' was even included in the DSM in the USA, the year my twins were born (1993). It was only beginning to be recognised more widely around ten years later, and I didn't start reading up about it until it was suggested by their teacher that my youngest two (then around eleven) might be autistic (and even then, I only read about it to disprove her theory).
After all, the only non-family Spectrum child I had hitherto met (at after-school club where the twins went) and been told "He has Asperger's Syndrome - it's a kind of Autism" in a hushed voice by the teacher actually seemed perfectly normal to me. I used to help with his special interest (whales and dolphins) by finding him articles and printing pictures for him. I really couldn't understand why he'd been diagnosed as having a 'disorder'.
Of course, once I read all about it and realised that Asperger's Syndrome described myself and most of my relations I realised why I had always felt so different to so many of my friends. I still don't think of it as a 'disorder' though. I still think of those women, so unlike me (that are desperately social, require constant wardrobe updates and are perfectly willing to wear uncomfortable stuff if it makes their girlfriends squeal with delight) as being the ones with a disorder. Even if, as I have now discovered, they are actually in the majority.
I don't know whether I am a 'good' parent or a 'bad' one. I do know that all my kids still love me (they tell me so) and so do my grandkids, so I certainly feel a very 'lucky' parent. I had kids because I like people (however little they may be) not as status symbols.
As for the rest, I just take it day by day and assume the long term will take care of itself. Not the best way perhaps but at least it has meant I never set myself up for disappointment. I'm still raising the youngest two. One is currently in hermit mode because his anxiety gets the better of him otherwise. If I let him be as much of a hermit as he wants, he occasionally - because he decides he feels like it - goes on outings with his brother and friends and has fun. His twin brother is at college, is learning to drive, has a wide social circle (of other nerds and geeks - I've met most of them!) and is being much more of a conventional 'success'. They are both equally Aspergic, but one has anxiety and the other doesn't.
All five of my offspring have different personalities. Whereabouts on the Spectrum each of them falls is irrelevant if they are raised as individuals and their individual foibles taken into account. As a parent on the Spectrum it may well be that I do things differently than an NT parent would. For example, I never 'got' make-up or fashion so didn't try to teach my daughter but never discouraged her from researching it. I suppose she must have learnt from friends and mothers of friends, because she is good at it.
I don't know what, if anything, I would have done differently had I known about Asperger's a decade earlier and I'm not about to worry about it because there is nothing to be done about the past except to learn the lessons and let it go.
Life
is a bed of
roses - I keep lying on the thorns!

