My last drink was on March 18, 1984 at age 22 in the throws of PTSD and undiagnosed Asperger's. The 80's were a time of explosive changes in recovery. We were shedding our shame, rehabs were popping up faster than McDonald's in third world countries and many proclaimed they were either and adult child of an alcoholic or diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Rehabs changed things. Suddenly people were trying to hug you and tell you they loved you! Hugs were uncomfortable from people I cared about so getting them from someone I barely knew was intolerable. And I had a really hard time with people saying "if no one told you they loved you today, I love you!" The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
Still the search continued for the right combination of support and therapy. I fully applied myself to every therapy session I attended in the pursuit of ending a pretty dark existence. I also believed to just sit in a chair and complain to a complete stranger was a waste time. Scared, angry and uncertain I had enough people seem to care about me that I decided to invest in myself. If something didn't fit one way I tried other approaches to make it work. Often it felt like carrying a 50 pound weight on my back. Not until my ASD diagnosis did the puzzle pieces effortlessly slide together to become a clear picture.
In my diligence I acquired very valuable information on recovery strategies. Strategies that will work for someone with ASD and uncovered some standard therapeutic methods which will set us up for failure. Giving one of us the wrong tools or anyone with a substance abuse issue is potentially deadly. How I wish my therapist knew that my sensory issues would be assaulted in a bright or loud meeting. Insisting on my networking daily with other alcoholics would exhaust me and reinforce my thoughts of defectiveness. Still my journey gave me many tools and I use them. Was it easy? Absolutely not! Now I know it was harder to get those tools and even more of a struggle when watching others use them so easily.
In 2008, when I was sure I was on the spectrum, I began seeing a therapist who worked in a school for children with Autism. In 2010 I went to Manhattan where my diagnosis was formalized. The diagnostic process was painless. Acceptance was going to be a lot more difficult. Thoughts and guilt that my son might have been better off with another mother crept in. Later, I would understand that I was the best person for the job. There was a lot of reading both mainstream and researched material, attendance at AS support groups live and online, speaking to individuals like myself. I began to see a trend of substance abuse and also met several Autistics in long term recovery. How could so many of us be in recovery or questioned the need for abstinence? Something was going on.
During one of my early morning research sessions a 2011 Japanese psychiatric study emerged. The participants included 102 men attempting substance abuse recovery and all were administered the Autism Quotient Test. The group who scored 30-50 had higher rates of recovery after 2 years than the participants with lower scores. Relapse was more frequent the lowest group, those who scored 0-15. One study doesn't make it so but it does give hope. I suspect with all the anxiety we experience there are many more Autistics abusing substances than in the general population. BUT it also seems that we have a greater opportunity for recovery and a real chance to mold happy, healthy lives.
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