Olmsted on Autism: Affective Contact
One of the great ironies of autism is that a “disorder of affective contact,” as it was called the very first time it was described, has led to quite the opposite – to a community of people who care so much about each other, about their children and about the world they will inhabit.
This realization has been dawning on me for a while, but for some reason a number of recent posts, comments and interconnections have made it especially vivid. I think the Father’s Day posts and comments, Abdulkadir Khalif’s Autism One reflections and Kent Heckenlively’s idea that we are all “Friends of Jenny” really drove the point home. To sit at a small computer screen and connect with so many people being so open, honest, intelligent and emotional – not sentimental, not self-indulgent, but willing and able to express exactly how they feel, as they feel it, whether that is joyous or painful or some inexplicable uncertain ever-evolving mixture – can be just overwhelming.
How did we get so lucky to have created a little outpost in cyberspace that would draw this kind of person and these beautiful expressions of what it means to be a deeply caring human being dealing with really tough things in really creative and courageous ways? I don’t know. I’m just glad it happened. The temptation to quote from various people’s words is quite strong – to mix up the poignant, the angry, the exhausted, the committed, the hilarious, the exasperated, the sarcastic, the dejected, the determined and the dignified voices in a way that shows exactly what I mean. But that would mean essentially repeating what you read and write, all of you, every day, and it could never recreate the flow out of which it continuously emerges, so I’m just going to stand back and let it all be, as The Boss once put it.






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