I think my mum is Autistic

I could never understand why my mum never told us she loved us  never hugged us, was often cruel to us. To this day at 94 years old and being cared for very well by my sisters, she is difficult. She is a good woman but often horrible.  We have been kind and caring to her and it has been very difficult. In the 1960's she had a stay in a mental hospital, we were placed in care. She was very anxious. She has been particularly cruel to my brother. She has been very anxious, has poor social skills, and an be so direct it is offensive.

We needed her. Everything is now becoming clearer.

Now i think of it, we had a severely disabled cousin, his sister shows symptoms of autism, lacks social skills,  isolation 

Do you have an autistic parent? X

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  • It’s a question I’ve often asked myself, my mother was often ‘sectioned’ when I was a child and through my adult life, We have never been ‘ touchy feely’ Maybe that’s more me, I hate being touched. My late father is where I see my  autism coming from but then again autistic parents often find each other. My father would often ‘ go into one,’ that’s how it was explained to me. The meltdowns were on an epic scale, he was a genius with maths but struggled to read and write, only ever wrote in uppercase. He would only use the same plate, knife and fork, they were not the same as the normal plates and cutlery in the house . I can only remember hugging him once, he told me had terminal cancer, to be honest neither of us wanted to hug, it was what we thought should happen if that makes sense. He had an intense dislike of his mother for being cold and never showing emotion, maybe it goes back further. My grandmother would often drown kittens in a bucket of water and never show any emotion.

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  • It’s a question I’ve often asked myself, my mother was often ‘sectioned’ when I was a child and through my adult life, We have never been ‘ touchy feely’ Maybe that’s more me, I hate being touched. My late father is where I see my  autism coming from but then again autistic parents often find each other. My father would often ‘ go into one,’ that’s how it was explained to me. The meltdowns were on an epic scale, he was a genius with maths but struggled to read and write, only ever wrote in uppercase. He would only use the same plate, knife and fork, they were not the same as the normal plates and cutlery in the house . I can only remember hugging him once, he told me had terminal cancer, to be honest neither of us wanted to hug, it was what we thought should happen if that makes sense. He had an intense dislike of his mother for being cold and never showing emotion, maybe it goes back further. My grandmother would often drown kittens in a bucket of water and never show any emotion.

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