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Reasons to Write: An Autistic Perspective by Alice Franklin

/ April 29th 2020
Inclusion New Talent

Conversations are something I feel I fail at. Others have told me you can’t fail at speaking to someone- it’s not a test. These people are wrong. I only have to look at my interlocutor and see the arch of their eyebrows, the crease on their forehead, hear the awkward silence that follows whatever it is I’ve just said, to know that I have failed.

In these moments, I feel caught out. I imagine my interlocutors know I’m not like them. I imagine they can see my difference emanating from me.

It was worse when I was young. When I was young, I wouldn’t know how or what or when to speak. For years, I was quiet. For years, I didn’t have a voice. I just didn’t know how conversations worked. There was something lacking in me – a gene of some sort, a gut feeling, a knack.

I don’t know how old I was, but one day I set out to see if language skills are something you can learn. The answer is, as it so happens, yes.

Yes, it is difficult. Yes, the process is painfully slow. Yes, blank stares and furrowed brows are something you have to get used to. But I was always taught you don’t learn a damn thing without fail. So, fail I did. I failed with a quiet determination. I used slang years out-of-date. I studied films and books and echoed their stilted speech. I copied the intonation of my peers with such dexterity they thought I was mocking them.

Years and years later, I succeeded. These days, I ‘pass’ as neurotypical. Inside, though, I’m still someone with a communication disorder. Idioms don’t stick. Tell me something will be good to cut my teeth on, that it gets under your skin, or worse, that it’s no skin off your nose, and I’ll flinch. Colloquialisms don’t stick, either. I am a millennial who doesn’t speak millennial. ‘You’re crushing it’ means nothing to me, and nor does whatever the hell it is that millennials say these days.

For me, autism is like life is a play, and everyone else has got the script but I haven’t. I’m constantly winging it. Whenever I say the right thing at the right time, it’s nothing short of a miracle.

But I am blessed. I might be missing a conversation gene, but I’m not missing a writing gene. As I was learning to speak, I read, and as I was learning to read, I wrote. Nowadays, regardless of whether I’m any good at it or not, I write all the time.

It’s therapy. It’s both a relief and a release to articulate my thoughts with words that are written rather than words that are spoken. In this way, I have the headspace to mull over what word fits where. I can erase and rearrange in a way you can’t when you’re speaking. What’s more, I can discover what I feel about a subject when, quite suddenly, I’ve written an opinion. What’s more, I can turn horrible truths into wonderful fiction and find out that the past no longer hurts me.

It’s my obsession. I love words. I love ‘rambunctious’ and ‘aurora’ and ‘requisite’. I love ‘qi’ and ‘xi’ and ‘jo’. I love ‘postulate’ and ‘confabulate’ and ‘lackadaisical’. I love them nonsensically. I love them because they’re wonderful.

It’s the mechanics – the syntax, grammar: the subjunctive in conditional clauses rule, the opinion-size-age-shape-colour-origin-material-purpose noun rule, the ‘i’ before ‘e’ except after ‘c’ except when it’s not ‘i’ before ‘e’ except after ‘c’ rule.

I revel in knowledge deemed useless by many, in knowing the difference between ‘continually’ and ‘continuously’, ‘which’ and ‘that’, ‘classic’, and ‘classical’. The opposite word isn’t always on the tip of my tongue, but it is usually at my fingertips.

When I was little, I used to fantasize that the whole world would turn mute. I even turned it into a little story called ‘Goldfish’. In it, the English language dies, for reasons I no longer quite understand, on a Tuesday. Millions of people lose their mother tongue overnight. For my readers – my mum and dad – it sounded dystopian. For me, it sounded idyllic.

If I’m honest, I still fantasize about that. Instead of voicing thoughts out loud, I imagine everyone writing them down. The world would be still. The world would be quiet.

This, I think, is a world in which I could triumph.