Category Archives: An Asperger Point of View

Understanding Empathy in Autism: A Personal Reflection

How often have you read or been told that people on the spectrum have no empathy?  In my case, I can’t think of anything further from the truth!

When we were little, my older brother and I were mischievous.  Our grandfather had a beautiful vegetable and rose garden.  Manicured green lawns edged the rows of peas, cucumbers, green beans, tomatoes and root vegetables.  One day, when I was about four years old, and my brother seven, we found ourselves alone in the garden. 

My brother looked carefully around.  Then he looked at me.  Then we both looked at the fat pea pods hanging on the vines.  Before long, we had eaten quite a few, stripping the fat peas from the pods.  I picked a small cucumber when we left.  I planned to eat it later with salt from the kitchen.

With the empty pea pods hanging on the vines, it wasn’t long before the adults discovered what we’d been up to.

My brother got blamed.  He was older than me, and he was supposed to be a role model for me, not a leader in crime.  He got a whopping.

From behind the closed doors, I could hear Dad spanking my brother.  My father was a big man and my brother was a small boy.  My dad was not a gentle person, especially not when he was in a temper. 

In the next room, hearing my brother’s yelps of pain, I cried.  I cried not because I was scared, but because I was sorry for my brother.  I didn’t want my adored big brother to be hurt or humiliated and I was witnessing both.  I felt how cruel and unfair it was, for such a big man to be hurting such a little boy. I sobbed as if my heart would break for him. 

So I know for a fact that I have a solid cache of empathy in my Asperger’s heart.

Perhaps ‘flat aspect’ plays a part in how I am perceived.  I may feel very sympathetic, but my face is void of expression and emotion.   

Do you, as I do, find it embarrassing and irritating when people get annoyed with you for not responding to something they have said?  They want a reaction, and they want it now–in a time frame and a manner that they anticipate. What they term ‘normal’.

When someone tells me a story, or confides in me about an incident, I have learned to remain expressionless, while I am processing what they have said.

I may be very empathetic with the opinion or situation.  But I know all too well that my ‘take’ on the situation is probably not acceptable.

This reminds me of what Heather is quoted as saying in Chapter 14 of Spectrum Women, that she finds she experiences things differently from other people.  Yes, we do have a unique way of processing input.

While I’m thinking deeply about what  someone has just said, I’m processing the information internally. But the person I’m conversing with is looking for an immediate, recognizable verbal or visual response.

My momentary hesitation does not mean that I have no empathy or sympathy for the person or situation. Nevertheless, that is how my apparent lack of immediate response is taken. 

On the other hand, if I do bravely venture my unedited opinion, the other person is likely to express surprise, dismay or even disbelief.  So, I find it’s better to just say something neutral and polite.

And because I have been told so often that whatever opinion, emotion or response I might express is inappropriate, I will sometimes not only not speak my mind, but also mask my facial response.

This would almost certainly lead people to think I am uninterested in the conversation.   

Why do people think we lack empathy? For myself, I think flat aspect and internalizing my perceptions may well account for this result. Inside, I may be roiling with emotion. Outwardly, I seem detached. Am I the only one?

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Viewing Asperger’s through a Different Window.

John Elder Robison, who has Asperger’s, writes prolifically on Autism. He volunteered to undergo an experimental treatment which involved being subjected to magnetic stimulation of targeted areas of his brain.

There have been extensive studies on Asperger’s by neurophysiologists during the past 30 – 40 years. During the past 15 – 20 years, the emphasis has been upon the difference in utilization of the Cerebral cortex and the Amygdala aspect of the Cerebellum between neurotypicals and those on the Autism Spectrum.

These studies reveal how information with an emotional content, especially when personally conveyed, is largely processed in the Cerebral cortex by those with Asperger’s rather than in the Amygdala where it is processed by neurotypicals.

The result is those of us on the autism spectrum process information with emotional content logically, rather than emotionally.

However, the richer the contextual content associated with the information, the greater the ability of Aspies to ‘understand’, even if they cannot ‘directly experience’ the emotion being expressed.

In the experimental treatment in which Robison participated, he didn’t immediately notice any difference.

But the next day, when he interacted with others, he was unexpectedly overwhelmed by an almost ‘psychic’ awareness of their emotions. 

He was assailed by emotions of “jealousy, fear, anger and every bad thing I could imagine” (Neale). It was an unexpected torrent of emotions which he experienced as shocking and distressing.

This situation, one of being admitted to an emotional landscape which is usually unavailable, puts me in mind of Virginia Woolf’s comment in A Room of One’s Own about patriarchal rules in Oxbridge. At the library, she was refused entrance because of being a woman.

In social situations, as a person with autism syndrome, I feel as Woolf did “…how unpleasant it is to be locked out;” (18).  

But when I am composing a poem like Exonerating Eve which expresses such a divergent but powerful viewpoint, then, like Woolf, I cannot help but ponder the alternative, as she did when she added, “… and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in;” (18).

Aspies, such as myself, come to realize early in our lives that we are somehow ‘locked out’. We learn to accept this and to make social inroads where we may.

But Robison’s experience indicates that our lack of social/emotional understanding is a ‘locking out’ that is at least in some respects beneficial, allowing us to experience the world in a way that, while ingenuous, is also unique and  insightful.

And thus I present my poem:

EXONERATING EVE

I know why Eve ate the apple

Picked and tasted forbidden fruit.

Locked in her Eden she hungered for more,

wanted proof that her life would not always be
just wandering the garden, a
 helpmate to Adam,

a servant to God.

In her heart she yearned for more than the beauty,

More than the silence. More than obedience.

Something within called her to challenge

the ‘perfection’ of a life established by God. 

Accepted by Man. 

Did The Creator witness her anguish? Did He
inspire her desire for more?

Gifting free will to all of humanity,

did He await our wakening thrill?

Did He seek a braver companion than one who
obeyed without question or zeal?

Was He astounded when it was the woman,

The feminine one who plucked and then peeled 

The Fruit that triggered a flood of passion
and reason, 
Wherein she
shrugged off obedience
and now saw
her truth?

 Newly aware, she sees in her nudity 

All that is vulnerable and desirable to men. 

Looking out at the garden she sees the reality, 

thorns and thistles suddenly visible.

And within her, awareness of a strong inner spirit,

God-given,
to prepare her for the journey 
that she now begins.

Eve ate the fruit to be free from the fallacy

That her life was perfect. 

She dared to be more than that helpmate.

More than that servant.

To live in a garden that was an Eden no more.

A garden that now she perceives as a jungle.

A garden that asks her spirit to grow. 

A garden with pathways to be forged

and then trodden.

A life posing questions, needing answers,

Revealing wonders, unveiling horrors. A life to be
probed. A will to be tested.

Searching for truth, for reason and passion,

She reaches up, plucks The Fruit from the tree.

And in that critical, wonderful moment,

Plunges mankind into uncertainty, Drawing us
all out of complacency.

 Here in the midst of this pandemic, I understand
a woman like Eve.

As I sit and reflect on the life I’ve created,

I challenge myself to find more of me.

To ask the hard questions, to reach for the truth. 

To find in myself the courage to ask 

the questions that, unanswered leave me unproved.

To reach for the core, the richness of life. Face my own
fears, grapple with and tame them.

While I have time. While I am here, locked in this life Some would
call Paradise.

Yes. I have come to know why Eve ate that apple.

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