At 7/29/14 07:51 AM, killerjeff wrote:
Try talking to someone with a severe autistic personality,
Ohhhhh man...personality nothin', I jumped outta one party and into another and I met this kid...he was about a sophomore in high school, but he was full blown autistic. Which is fine...but I came to this apartment drunk, and I'm with drunk people my age, and I came here to get more drunk...but everyone funneled off into the kitchen, so I provided wingman and stayed conversational with the inquisitive and socially anxious teen.
So already that shit was a little awkward...kinda fucked up that I was abandoned fifth wheel territory to solo convo with the autistic little brother of the host...It was a little weird talking to him at first, but then I adapted. I learned his interests and got a good feel for the parameters of his sense of humor...he's like a "cut-it-to-you-straight" kid, and there was something even charming about the purity of his innocence and obliviousness of things. You can tell that underneath a lot of clutter, there was a smart kid in there.
I even cracked out my chess set and we played a game or two. I was teaching him and we were having fun! Eventually, his older brother got into it, and I was picking up the context clues that they were ready to wind down for the night...if the time of day wasn't enough indication...but just as I was pounding back water to hydrate and sober up for the drive, this kid starts talking about some really heavy, personal, family shit. Like, OUT OF NOWHERE, talking about how his Mom is resentful to him for being autistic, and one time physically took her arm and shoved him hard in the back to get him to walk into this new school "that would accept him"...so he whips around and slaps her hard in the face, so she falls on the ground, and he just starts screaming at her to "Never do that again!" and I'm just...wow...I'm sitting here with my water trying to sober up and that did the fucking trick immediately. That was a safe ride home.