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Blankets

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There is something amazing about a blanket. It is calming and comforting. Everyone should have a blanket.

I look back at Linus from the Peanuts comics. He was always seen with his blanket. My family used to call it a security blanket. He used to wear it as headgear or use it as a whip, but for me, that’s not realistic.

Ford Prefect from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy always carried a towel.  In a way, it was his security blanket. But of all the uses mentioned, wrapping yourself up tightly wasn’t one of them.

I read and hear a lot about weighted blankets helping neurodivergent and autistics out. When I  was younger, I loved heavy blankets, and for years I never equated the two.

A heavy or weighted blanket puts a constant warm soft pressure on your body. That pressure helps you feel safe and calms you down when stressed.

For me, it is like a full body hug. A hug from someone who never judges you, never demands anything,  and never needs to break the hug until you are ready. I particularly enjoy snuggling in a blanket.

Unfortunately, when I got married, I didn’t have the words to explain my need for blankets.  I had always assumed everyone loved them like I do. My wife was raised without blankets. Where she was raised, in the tropics, blankets were more of a status symbol.

For the first few years of marriage,  my side of the bed had blankets at night. And even today on warm nights, she doesn’t use blankets. And heavy blankets are only for cold nights.

We have both adjusted to each other’s needs. Sometimes, with two different blankets on the bed.

But blankets are not just for beds. Our living room has a couple of thin blankets.  On stressful days, I will return home and cocoon myself on the sofa. Or half cocoon on medium stress days.

Cocooning is when you wrap the blanket tightly around yourself.  It gives the same comfort as a weighted blanket. I may lay down completely cocooned and isolated for a few hours.

On less stressful days, I will half cocoon. I wrap the blanket tightly around my legs and lower torso. Then I can drink tea or use the remote control to watch TV.

When in this mode, the TV is mostly for white noise. It doesn’t really matter what comes on. As long as it takes my mind off the day.

Tonight, I am up at a lodge for a church retreat with my family. My children and I are delighted that there are heavy blankets on all the beds. Just sitting here with it is relaxing.

Goodnight, I hope you all have amazing blankets

Autistic Teacher. Out or Not?

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Today I had a nice short conversation with my Assistant Principal. Today was our Parent Teacher Conferences, and she was curious how they were going. At one point she asked me if I had told my parents about me being autistic.

At first I didn’t realize she meant my student’s parents. My response was a simple, yes, of course my parents know. They had me diagnosed when I was a child. It was just after I answered that I saw the look in her face. No, sorry. I have been open about it with the students, but not advertised to the parents.

I mean I wear a pin on my lanyard that says “I am Autistic.” They may have seen it, but I have not said anything to them. She asked me why. She has apparently been one of my supporters, without me knowing.

For context, I came out to the entire school staff about a week ago. I have had a group of people that knew for a while that could help support me. But I was asked to make a speech promoting Pink Shirt Day. During my speech I talked about how important the event was to me (even if it 2 months late). I talked about being bullied as a child for being autistic, and how that bullying still affects me today.

I think some of my coworkers clued in as to why I don’t join the many morale building activities at the local bars or the major school dress event for teachers each year. It’s too loud and too overwhelming.

My AP told me it is important to hear my story. It echoed a message I got on one of my posts a few months ago. But I have to be honest, it’s not the easiest thing to bring up.

At my old school I was open about being autistic. This is why some of my current coworkers know. They worked with me then. I had brought both Pink shirt day, and Blue shirt day to that school. I am certain neither has survived without me there.

Blue shirt day is April 2nd. It is now called World Autism Day. I set it up to help introduce neurodivergence to the children. The school was fine about it. But a co-worker there took offense. He was certain that the students would start to diagnose each other and that it would cause segregation and bullying.

I can understand his concerns. But if it is handled properly, with an external example, there should be no problem. I told him to use me as an example. He did not teach about autism, even if the school and I asked. I was the head of his department. The school was holding a charity event to raise money for an orphanage that cared for autistic children. He refused to acknowledge it.

After that he began to act aggressive to me. He knew about my autism, and it made him dislike me more. He used this knowledge to have me removed from my position as department head. And he used to spread rumors about me to the team I had. Some of them have joined me at my new school.

When I joined my current school, I opened up about my autism to my grade level lead. I was advised to not make it public. Parents might use it as a reason to request a different teacher for their child. So I didn’t. I was interviewed by the school magazine on my experience with neurodivergent students. However, I was still scared to talk about my own diagnosis.

After 3 years at this school, I began to open up about it again. But I still have doubts. Angry co-workers or parents may try to use the information about me. They could turn me into a scapegoat. It may already be happening with a parent. I don’t know.

I just want to be a positive role model for other autistic kids. Show them that we can overcome our sensitivities, and our hurdles. It is difficult, but not impossible. But some individuals will intentionally complicate things for us. They add to our regular struggles.

So the question opens up, for my next school I go to. Do I remain open about my Autism, or try to hide it again?

Autism Month and Me

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I know I missed posting on Autism Day. I have been overwhelmed a lot lately. A lot is happening, and some of it is happening too fast. This causes problems with routines, and overthinking.

April is Autism Month. I am glad we have a whole month, and am hoping the world keeps it going for the future, but the world in 2025 is a scary place. I am desperately avoiding News, but that is not always possible.

April 2nd used to be called “Autism Awareness Day”, and then for a while it was called “Autism Acceptance Day.” Now is it just “Autism Day”.

“Why the changes?” you say. Years ago, an organization was founded and brought awareness of autism to the majority of the world. I will not name the organization for now, but if you look up the puzzle piece you will easily find it. There were no Autistic people involved in the organization, but they did what they could to try to understand autism, and bring awareness to people. They were directly involved in creating “Autism Awareness Day” and encouraged people to wear Blue shirts on that day.

The world has since changed. That organization is still around, but had been focusing on ways to “cure” autism. because they feel that it, and us in return, are a disease. as expected this has created a huge rift. Remember there were no actually autistic people on the board of the organization. But we don’t want to lose a day that the world recognizes us and tries to understand us. So many of us pushed for the new name of “Autism Acceptance Day.”

The world keeps changing, and we all are learning more about what it means to be autistic, and what autism entails. I myself was diagnosed as HSP (Hyper Sensitive Person) and autistic as a child. But nobody could tell me what that meant. The only child therapist in town told my mother that I would be smart, but slow. (Both stereotypes of the time).

I never knew why I had to see councilors in school on a regular basis. I was 30 years old when I finally started to piece things together. Because nobody in my life knew what it meant. And then It took me a decade to figure out how to work around the difficulties I was having. A process I am still figuring out, mostly on my own.

We are now at the spot where, Awareness is there. Everyone knows autism exists. But there is a huge amount of misinformation out there. Acceptance is slowly happening, but the world doesn’t like that word, “acceptance.” It is now viewed as “putting up with,” which is not the same.

So we don’t want the world to put up with us. We want the world to acknowledge that we exist, and, like other groups in the world, help us to be productive members of society. Stop gate-keeping things.

One of the problems with Autism though is that it is a spectrum. Every Autist (Autistic person) has special needs, and requires different help. Some of us need a lot of support, and some of us only need that support sometimes.

“But Chad,” you say again, “What support do you need? You are always so grounded.” Ok, you might not say this if you know me…. but I felt I should help you understand myself and some of the things I need support with.

Time to think. Every time someone comes to me out of the blue and asks “Do you need help?” I am thrown off guard. I cannot process this and whatever is happening around me so I will 99% of the time say “No.” its fast, it clears up my mind and I can continue to try and process what is happening around me. EVEN IF I NEED HELP I cannot name what I need without time to stop everything I am doing and think it out.

This also causes severe case of imposter syndrome, when my team is able to go much faster with their classes, and I am still planning out my classes and organizations.

Routines: I love the school I am at, but I hate the 6 days rotating cycle system. I cannot get into routines. I am never sure where I am supposed to be, what I am supposed to be doing, and how much time I have to do it in. I have monthly cycles, and weekly cycles I down pat, mostly. But planning around yet another cycle requires paperwork, and lots of it. But then I spend more time planning what I am supposed to be doing, and not having the time to actually do it.

When routines change last minute. (Oh we don’t have music class today, we have a last minute assembly) I get lost, confused and panicky. I need information about changes as early as possible.

Time: Being late makes me panic. I can mostly fix this with timed alarms on my phone. I always warn myself 5 minutes before something should start or end, otherwise I will be late, and then My brain goes into panic. My wife and I differ on this. She is eternally running late, and I am panicking because of this.

Organization: My wife is my life saver. I do not know where things are, in my home. I might use something 100 times a week, but ask me to find it in a supermarket and I am lost. All Ketchup bottles look the same to me, for example. If I go to the supply room for something, I will not find it unless I go around the room 5 times, even if I got it from there the day before. And the more on my mind, the worse this gets.

I often need help organizing my classroom and workspace. But I need to be involved so I can make notes of where things are moved to.

Style: People always compliment me on my shirts, and the colors of my clothes. 100% my wife. When I started out as a young adult, I wore silk screened Hawaiian shirts (Mostly with Superheroes on them) and Cargo shorts everywhere I went. I also wore a black fedora. I am not saying I would wear that specific style now, but I would literally grab the first thing from my closet and put it on. I do not understand fashion. Why people wear certain clothing together or which accessories with what completely eludes my mind.

Voices: I can handle 2 or 3 people talking at once, but no more. I have had days where I had to sit, and close my eyes for a moment, so I could focus on 1 person talking to me out of a room full of people. In a class I depend heavily on the children to help me by raising their hands. I cannot differentiate voices, so I don’t know who is talking to me unless there is a visual cue. Voice styles (Accents and things) I do recognize, but often there is not enough variance in a class of 20 children to use this to identify everyone.

Noise: Too much noise makes it impossible for me to think. If there is a class happening in my room, I cannot mark papers or do anything that requires thought. I need to put my headphones on, and block out sound. But When I put on my Headphones, everyone wants to talk to me!

Food: If I could get our cafeteria to always have penne bolognese and green salad, I would be forever grateful. But it doesn’t work. here is a list of things I cannot eat in public because of many different reasons.

  • noodles. (not Pasta, but long noodles)
  • wet meat with bones (ribs, or in soups and stews, fish)
  • foods with sauce I have to touch with my fingers.
  • mashed stuff
  • food that looks like body parts (I’m looking at you Eye-ball rambutans….)
  • Stinky food
  • Spicy food

I am considered a “Low support” autistic. Some of us suffer shut downs, melt downs and worse from the things I mentioned and more. But people, myself included, don’t always understand what is happening and treat it like a choice.

I think I may be off topic, let me realign.

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I believe I was trying to show how understanding that we need support, and just because you don’t notice it, does not mean that its not there. So this month, please just be kind to all, Autist or not. and if it looks like someone is struggling, jump in to help. If you ask, during chaos, be aware that we may need help and just cannot process what you are saying, let alone an answer. Give us a moment to answer, and please just care.

Happy Autism Month everyone.