Category Archives: Autism

Big Competition Time – Design me a costume!

If you follow me on Facebook you’ll know that this weekend I went to Em-Con.  For those that don’t know Em-Con is a Sci-Fi geek-fest in Nottingham and it was lovely to let my inner-geek run free for the day.  



It set me thinking that, although rare, I do go to several events throughout the year where I could spread autism awareness by donning my Autism Amazon persona for the day ………… but, what to wear? 

It has to be EYE CATCHING, fit the AUTISM and AMAZON characteristics and it has to be suitable for a lady with AMPLE CURVES!  Which is where I’d like your help – or more correctly, I’d like your child’s help. 

I would just love to make and wear a costume designed for me by one of your children (NT sibling or ASD, I don’t discriminate) AND I’ll also organise a secret, special one-of-a-kind prize for the winner!

I’ve sourced some wonderful realistic templates from the amazing people over at Tracing Real Body Models for your children to use.

Step one – save one or more of the templates to your computer, phone, tablet, thingy-ma–jig

Step two – print onto A4 White paper

Step three – allow your child to be as creative as they like – paint, crayons, fabric scraps, glitter, dry pasta….remember I want to make people approach me and ask who I am and why I’m wearing the costume!

Step four – scan or photograph your child’s masterpiece and post it to my Facebook page Autism Amazon

Step five – (well, this is my step) I will post them to my main wall and ask my followers to help me choose which design I should make into my OFFICIAL AUTISM AMAZON costume.





I cannot wait to see what you all think an Autism Amazon should look like!

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Still Taboo

I try to stay positive and light hearted for you guys, I really do but sometimes reality sucks. Only day three back at school after half term and this is just part of the aftermath of his school refusal. Somehow, alone I managed to get him into the taxi (still in his pyjamas as he’s past the age of me being able to physically force clothing onto him, with his clothes and shoes in a bag) only for his taxi to return less than five minutes later as he’s attacking his escort and it’s ‘unsafe’ for them to continue! Nobody in ‘authority’ seems to care about whether it’s safe for me or Whirlwind while they all continue to pass the buck about who can or will provide services and support. I’m sorry if I offend anyone but on days like this I really can’t ‘see the positives of autism’, today I hate autism and what it’s doing to me and Whirlwind.

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I’ve written in more depth previously about the abuse some autism/PDA parents suffer at the hands of their child, The New Taboo , and about the tragedies that can, and do occur when those who should be helping don’t, There But For The Grace Of God and Another Statistic to the New Taboo but authorities still refuse to accept that this is happening, all over the world to hundreds, if not thousands, of parents right at this very minute.

UPDATE 20/2/15
Knowing that Whirlwind’s violent outbursts are predominantly triggered by “fight or flight” and that his preferred response is “flight” I was determined that I would not be pressured (either by school, taxi or bystanders) to force the issue today. The result was that the second I opened the door to take him to the taxi he bolted! Trying to follow him or ‘drag’ him back only leads to “fight” taking over so I tried persuasion and lowering demands, whilst we didn’t get a violent meltdown neither did I manage to get him into the taxi! So, another day of school refusal from him and another day of house arrest for me!

A Week of Firsts and Feels

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Well, like many autism parents I approach school holidays with dread. The change in routine, being almost housebound for the duration and the fact it’s just me and Whirlwind for most of it – it’s not surprising sleep patterns are disturbed, snappiness takes over and meltdowns are a daily event…….and that’s just me!

When Whirlwind was at our local infant school I’d got the holiday planning down to a fine art – for the month beforehand I’d stock up on non-perishable groceries and household essentials leaving fresher items to be bought online and delivered once a week, various low-stress activities planned and organised and one day of respite for me each week and despite it not being perfectly calm we’d manage the holidays without either of us being hospitalised or arrested so I’ll take that as a win in my parenting box!

Obviously this routine and planning went out the window during the two years that Whirlwind was without education, there was little difference for us whether it was term-time or school holiday time as he was at home 24/7 for the whole 24 months and since he started at his new school I’ve been struggling to create a new routine for myself.

This half-term I decided that we’d be a little more organised and, due to the progress he’s made since starting at the autism specific school, we’d try a couple of small things out of his comfort zone. Everything was put on his calendar and discussed with him and I can only say that it’s been a resounding success.

Monday – a quiet day at home, mummy needed to do housework in the morning but we had a movie date in the afternoon with a DVD and goodies. Obviously this was always going to be a winner as he was able to entertain himself with Minecraft in the morning and curling up together on the sofa to watch a film is a nice, low stress activity. Success Rating 8/10 (we lost two points here as I let myself get stressed over the fact he is unable to watch a movie without providing a running commentary but this was a fail on my part not his)

Tuesday – another stay at home day BUT with a visit from my daughter-in-law and grandson built in. Again, staying home kept the activity low stress but Whirlwind plus Little Pea (grandson) can lead to hyperactive play from both of them, luckily on this occasion Whirlwind worked really hard to regulate himself with minimal prompting and did a great job of remembering Little Pea is half his age. Success Rating 9/10 – one point lost due to over excitement at the return of The Flash on TV which led to a small meltdown.

Wednesday – today was my respite day and Whirlwind’s 1:1 took him to Wheelgate and I caught up on some bits around the house. Due to the cold Whirlwind asked to come home early (I don’t blame him!) and they played Minecraft in his room for the final hour. Success Rating 9/10.

Thursday – today was one of our ‘experiments in trying something new – a play date with a friend from school. Up until now the only play dates Whirlwind has managed are the ones with Little Pea or Sonic (my best friend’s son, also ASD) and these are only successful as we’ve built them up over several years. Anyway, one of his school friends lives around the corner and, buoyed by the reports of their good friendship at school, I decided it would be nice to try a play date at home for them. Well, what can I say both boys surpassed my expectations for a first visit – there were huge smiles, giggles, co-operative play and turn taking, a true 10/10 success. When school friend’s mum collected him we realised that I’d forgotten that this coming Monday is an INSET day…..oops forgetful mummy moment, thinking that Whirlwind’s taxi and escort may not know this fact I sent a quick text to the escort to let her know, her reply cemented in my mind the fact that she is perfect for her job “hope you have had a nice week and our boy is feeling better, 31 cuddles from me xx”. OUR boy, not your boy but OUR BOY – if I had any remaining doubts about her trustworthiness or caring then they were most certainly laid to rest at that moment, well at least once I’d mopped up my happy tears from reading her reply! 10/10 twice over!

And so we come to Friday and the day of the ‘Big Experiment’ – the dreaded grocery shop (da-da-DAHHHHH). A few weeks previously I’d visited the new Morrisons that’s just opened in our town, impressed by the layout (wide, well organised aisles), lighting and noise level etc I’d decided that HERE was a supermarket that Whirlwind MIGHT just tolerate. So I started dropping little bits of information to Whirlwind and over the weeks we formulated a workable plan, we’d get there early before it got too busy, we’d have a breakfast in the cafe and then we’d have a pootle round the aisles but if/when he’d had enough we could leave. So we got the bus to the shop and made our way straight to the cafe part, Whirlwind was most impressed with the food available (I was most impressed with the ‘bottomless coffee’ on offer!) and completely devoured (in his words) “the best bacon sandwich EVER”.

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Buoyed by this huge success (I can’t remember the last time I managed a cafe visit with him) we found the disabled children’s trolley with the big comfy seat (note to Morrisons, even though it was early there only appeared to be one of these trolleys available but they are ESSENTIAL for children like Whirlwind, please consider providing more), Whirlwind strapped himself in and off we went – did I get everything I needed? Probably not but then again I don’t manage that when I shop without him, did we get everything we wanted? Yes, EVEN A NEW TOP THAT WHIRLWIND HAS PUT STRAIGHT ON!!! Whilst queuing to pay things got a bit much and he put my coat over his head to create his ‘safe space’ and block things out but we managed a shopping trip with NO MELTDOWN. The staff there are definitely autism aware and were ready and willing to help in any way they could, even down to checking if he was ok when the door alarm went off nearby and he was clutching his ears! I haven’t managed a supermarket shop with Whirlwind since he was still a toddler and I could hoist him over my shoulder in a meltdown situation but I know that my Amazons can ‘get’ just how huge of a step this is…..in fact, he’s now added to his calendar “Monday – INSET Day, lunch at Morrisons”! Success Rating – off the charts.

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In summary this half-term has been one of firsts and feels, it’s proved that being in the right school is making a difference to his stress levels, it’s proved that he now has ‘professionals’ around him who actually care, it’s proved that with planning he is now ready and able to at least attempt things outside his comfort zone and it’s proved that he continues to amaze me with the progress he is making. I’m off to sob happy tears now while he de-stresses with Minecraft – catch you later Amazons x

Backhanded Praise

Every parent of an autistic child has, at least once, been on the receiving end of judgemental comments and I think, over time, we all develop a thick skin and some choice responses to those. They don’t hurt any less but we don’t waste time crying over them anymore. No, the comments that bring us to our knees are the sweet, well-meaning ones, the ones from family and friends who are trying to understand, help and support us but just don’t quite ‘get’ it! Those compliments that, to us, just don’t feel like compliments but more like a reminder that we live a different type of reality to them.

“I don’t know how you cope, I could never do what you do” – really, like there’s an option? What do you expect me to do, send him back for a refund??? We cope because we have to, there’s very little help or support out there for autism families as the “criteria” state they aren’t disabled “enough”. So, we soldier on and we cope and do you know what, if you had a child like mine you’d do exactly the same – we weren’t created/born any differently to you, we haven’t had any special training, there is no “How To Be An Exceptional Parent” book that is only given out to the parents of Special Needs children – we’ve muddled through, made mistakes, learnt through trial and error and accepted a ‘new normal’ for our lives.

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“It must be so hard, you’re doing an amazing job” – my answer to number 1 also applies here but I’d also add a “No shit, Sherlock” to it – yes it’s hard, we’ve had to completely change our expectations and our view of normal but until you pointed out how hard it must be I’d almost been able to forget that my life isn’t the same as yours! See, that’s what I mean about our ‘new normal’ – it IS normal to us, we don’t think about the fact that nine times out of ten we’re only reasonably functioning human beings thanks to caffeine…..lots and lots of caffeine, we’ve forgotten what it’s like to fall asleep before midnight and wake barely two hours later – it’s amazing how little sleep your body can become accustomed to, it’s become second nature to only leave the house during school hours (school being the only ‘respite’ most of us get).

“It’s great that he can speak” – yes, I get your point but there’s a difference between your version of verbal and ours. He has a vast vocabulary – hell, at four he could explain in great detail about how Doctor Who’s regenerations worked and the name “Raxacoricofallapitorious” rolled off his tongue like your four year old saying “Teletubbies” but hold a reciprocal conversation? Tell me what he’s done at school? Explain how he’s feeling? Then no, in those important ways he’s NOT verbal and have you ever tried watching a film with a child who has to pick apart, examine and question EVERY SINGLE SCENE? Let’s just say cinema visits are now a no-no unless gags are made socially acceptable!

Trust me there are loads more I could bore you with but it’s half-term here and I’ve been summoned for a conversation about Minecraft – this won’t be an actual conversation as you’d recognise it though, it will consist of Whirlwind repeating the names of the Pokemon in his world and listing the attributes and powers of each one, variety may be added with little snippets about when Dan TDM, Stampy or GMob played a similar world – aren’t you just a teeny bit jealous of my exciting life? No? Not just a little bit? Oh, ok then – catch you later Amazons xx

Why being an autism parent is akin to being a house elf!

In common with most autism parents the extent of my ‘social life’ is conducted through social media, most notably good old Facebook! Over the past couple of years I’ve made some fantastic friends who I view as surrogate family, we’ve laughed together, cried together, made plans to kidnap male hotties for our very own island getaway if one of us wins the lottery.……well, you get the idea! Today one of my surrogate sisters (and fellow matriarch of our group – don’t worry we keep the younger members in check….yeah, right, I think you all know me better than that by now!) posted one of the most hilarious (and true!) daily round ups I’ve ever read and she has very kindly agreed to let me share it with you Amazons.

So, without further ado I turn the page over to Mrs Dobbie, the house elf …

“Been wondering recently how I’m always exhausted and thought back to what I’ve done today.

6.30am rise and shine! Get The Queen of Sheba (ASD) up. Give her breakfast, then get her washed, clean her teeth, hair brushed, dressed etc.

7.20am she’s off to school. Yippee! Freedom! But first….put the washing on, have breakfast, have verbal intercourse with Mr Dobbie, even though I hate talking to ANYONE in the morning. Quick shower, get dressed for work. Hang washing out.

9.15am leave early as I have a 9.30 appointment with the case worker at Community Care. Lucky it’s in the same building as my work because at 10.20 I had to excuse myself or I’d be late for my shift. Further meeting organised for 9.30am next Monday.

10.28 signed into work. Remind myself not to make eye contact with any customers while I’m on the shop floor, therefore keeping verbal intercourse to a minimum!

1pm time for my 15 minute break. Yahoo! Me time! Oh, but first I have to go to the bank to ask them why they have deducted a $395 admin fee from my account. Have had to make an appointment to see my personal banker (WTF) on Wednesday.

1.20pm have gone over my official break time, but f@€k it I NEED A COFFEE. Am starving so decide to add a nutritious and healthy cream bun to my order.

1.25pm managed to stuff cream bun in my gob in two bites. Gulped the coffee down. Thankfully the barista doesn’t believe in making hot coffee so there was no chance of me scalding myself!

2.05pm Daughter Dobbie calls me with some drama or other. Have to be a bad mum and tell her I’m at work, the place I am at that time every Monday, but she never seems to remember that, so can’t talk to her. Promise to phone her back later on when I get home.

3.30pm knock off time! But first, better buy some groceries, after all I’m in the store anyway.

4.05pm Mr Dobbie calls me while I’m walking home, with 4 quite heavy bags. “Where are you? What’s taking you so long?”. Aww, bless his heart, he’s missing me. I’m hoping by this stage my pretties that you can all hear the sarcasm dripping from me!

4.15pm home sweet home, and if he dares even hint at the thought of a quick ‘naughty’ before the school bus arrives I will f@€king deck him!

4.30pm sitting on my a*$e having a cup of tea and a boiled egg on toast because a gal can’t get too much of the good life!

5pm well enough of being a lazy git. Time to run around like a blue a*$ed fly making sure everything is to the high standards expected of the Queen of Sheba.

5.20pm bring the washing in while Mr Dobbie puts the finishing touches to the queens nightly feast.

5.29pm there goes the school bus horn. No more shilly shallying. It’s all systems go now. She does a once over quick inspection while Mr and Mrs Dobbie anxiously wring their hands in fear of having misplaced something. All good and queenie allows herself to be enticed upstairs for a bath.

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6pm bath finished. No time wasters allowed in this house! Back downstairs for a scrummy calorie dense dinner provided by the ever subservient (but only to queenie) Mr Dobbie.

6.30pm the boss has taken herself off to her room. At last! That promised Me Time! Not so fast! Off to the kitchen to cook a huge batch of bolognese. While that’s cooking I decide to make Son Dobbie some corn fritters for his breakfast. Talk of the….in comes Son Dobbie who then proceeds to devour half the bolognese. Oh, and yes the fritters will do nicely for his breakfast. How do I know this? Because he also ate half of them!

7.50pm F@€k the dishes! I’m going to watch an episode of The Killing while working my way through a family bar of chocolate! I know how to show myself a good time!

8.05pm phone rings. Don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer. Too late! My melted chocolate covered fingers went onto autopilot and picked the f@€king phone up. Traitorous little b@$tards! F*€k me, it’s Daughter Dobbie! I truly am a despicable mother!

9.40pm unfortunately had to end call as battery on phone was ready to die.

9.41pm get Queen of Sheba’s clothes and schoolbag ready for the morning.

9.47pm that’s it! I’m calling it a day. Pass the kitchen on the way to the peace and sanctity of my bedroom. Kitchen looks like Ragnar and his gang have taken a wooden spoon to it. I’m very tempted, but decide I’ll only hate myself in the morning, so in I go to clean up the debris.

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10.25pm. I really need a shower. Nope! My ablutions consist of cleaning my teeth. That’s it! I’m done in!

10.30pm I think I’ll tell the girls all about my relaxing yet fun filled day ”

I Wish I Could Shoot The Messenger Sometimes

Very much a ‘shoot the messenger’ day today. All change Monday for the Whirlwind’s temporary education – yep, still no meaningful movement on a permanent school place for him, they even put forward the suggestion that they re-approach the Junior School that’s attached to the Infant’s he was excluded from!!!

So, their bright idea (due to the inability of staff members to be reliable or communicate changes effectively) is that The Whirlwind attend the Pupil Referal Unit he was at before Christmas BUT for the whole day instead of just afternoons.

Oooookaaaaay, let me just run that by The Whirlwind:

“Honey, you know you keep saying you want to be back in a school and be there all day, with lunch and everything? I’ve got some great news for you!” (Mentally however this conversation should have gone “you know you want to be nice and settled in a PROPER school, with consistent teachers and proper lessons? Sorry kiddo it’s STILL not happening but….”)

“On Monday instead of going to the Children’s Centre, then coming home …”
(On Monday, instead of going to the Children’s Centre and your second tutor not turning up to do her hour session, then coming home and kicking off about the afternoon session at the PRU so much that the taxi driver refuses to let you in the car – mind you, that’s even if I manage to get you in your shoes and out the door without you making a run for it!….)

“…you’ll be able to go to the PRU first thing in the morning, yes you’ll still have C (tutor number 1 who never let’s you down) but then you’re going to have a nice, new tutor for the rest of the morning”
(Instead of trying to wrangle you into the taxi at 1pm I now get to do it at 8.30am, aren’t I lucky? Oh, and by the way, the OTHER tutor who’s never let you down is being reassigned elsewhere so you’ll have to get used to ANOTHER new person – how lucky you’ve already had sooooo much practise of that this term?)

“Then you can have lunch at the PRU”
(no honey I’m sorry I don’t know what the lunch arrangements are yet, no I know they don’t have a playground but hopefully they’ll take you on the park down the road, no I’m sorry I’m not sure who or what the ACTUAL lunchtime supervision will be)

“And then in the afternoon you can be back in the classroom with your friends from before Christmas”
(Then we’ll torture you some more by putting you in the environment you haven’t been able to face going back to for the past six weeks!)

Hmmmm, and I wasn’t prepared for the physical response I received from him? I’m left currently trying to decide whether I’ve got a migraine or concussion!!!

My New Year’s Resolution

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My New Year’s Resolution is to stop putting pressure on and accept ‘good enough’ from both The Whirlwind AND from myself! Can I ask all other #ASD / #PDA individuals and parents to make this their resolution too? Why do we always expect perfection from ourselves, please remember we are only human and good enough is GOOD ENOUGH xxx

Doctor Who – Timelord or Autistic?

Well, we have the 50th Anniversary Special behind us and the Christmas Special is only days away so what else could I possibly write this weekend? The Whirlwind had been awaiting the Anniversary episode with bated breath ever since John Hurt made his appearance at the end of The Name of the Doctor and the excitement is now building for the Christmas Special. The past few months has seen a whirl of Doctor Who related programmes, activities and lots and lots of Doctor Who Lego building!!!

Having taken in so much Doctor Who knowledge by osmosis over the past few years I started to ponder the similarities between the various regenerations of the Doctor and those of autistic individuals and to ask myself why IS The Doctor such a huge obsession with autistic children (and adults)?  Maybe they see a kindred spirit…….

The First Doctor played by William Hartnell

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The ‘grandfatherly’ incarnation and our first encounter with The Doctor shows the ultimate absconder – stealing a Tardis so he could escape an environment where he felt trapped and constricted. Hmmm, reminds me of The Whirlwind!

He was abrasive, patronising, and cantankerous towards his human travelling companions and this could be down to the social interaction difficulties that are such a large part of autism which can lead them to come across as rude or abrasive.

One quirk of the First Doctor was his tendency to become occasionally tongue-tied and stumble over words

The Second Doctor played by Patrick Troughton

In his first story, the Second Doctor referred to his predecessor in the third person as if he were a completely different person – again something that can be associated with autism.

The Second Doctor has been nicknamed the “Cosmic Hobo”, impish and unconcerned with how others view his appearance as long as he’s comfy. He was also mercurial in his moods and endearingly childlike.

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This Doctor is associated with the catchphrases (echolalia anyone?) “Oh my giddy aunt!” and “When I say run, run!”, and is noted for playing the recorder to help him think. In early stories he also demonstrates a fondness for hats and other types of headgear, mainly sporting a distinctive stovepipe hat when outdoors.

The Third Doctor played by Jon Pertwee

The Third Doctor was a suave, dapper, technologically oriented, keen scientist who enjoyed working on gadgets in his TARDIS. In his spare time, he was fond of motoring, his favourite car was a canary-yellow vintage roadster that he nicknamed “Bessie”.

His courageousness could easily turn to waspish indignation, a common catchphrase of his was, “Now listen to me!”, how many times have I heard the Whirlwind say that to me?!?

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This Doctor had a manner of dress that is the most ornate of his various incarnations, favouring frilled shirts; velvet smoking jackets in blue, green, burgundy, red, or black; evening trousers in colours matching those of his smoking jackets; formal boots, riding boots, dress shoes, and Inverness cloaks for his regular outfit; with variations and accessories including bow ties, cravats, and leather gloves. All of these earned the Third Doctor the nickname of “The Dandy Doctor.”

The Fourth Doctor played by Tom Baker

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Baker portrayed the fourth incarnation as a whimsical and sometimes brooding individual whose enormous personal warmth is at times tempered by his capacity for righteous anger, unpredictable in terms of his emotional depth yet slightly more distant and alien than his previous incarnations.

With his eccentric style of dress ( that usually consists of a shirt, waistcoat, cravat, trousers, a frock coat – with pockets containing a seemingly endless array of apparently useless items that would nevertheless suit the Doctor’s purposes when used – a wide-brimmed hat and, most famously, his impractically long, multi-coloured scarf ), speech and fondness for jelly babies and his moments of whimsical charm and offbeat humour he is more aloof and somber than his previous incarnations and could be intensely brooding.

He also has a strong moral code, such as when he faces the dilemma of whether to destroy the Daleks in (Genesis of the Daleks) stating that if he did, he would be no better than the Daleks himself – I’ve found that many verbal and higher functioning autistics, Whirlwind included, have an extremely strong sense of right and wrong.

He often contemplates his outsider status to both humanity and his Gallifreyan heritage, as he seems more inclined toward a solitary existence and yet seems to long for companionship.

When taking charge, he could be considered authoritative to the point of controlling and egocentric, who among us autism parents haven’t heard so-called professionals accuse our children of being controlling?

The Fifth Doctor played by Peter Davison

The Fifth Doctor was far more vulnerable, sensitive, and reserved than his previous incarnations and often reacted to situations rather than initiating them, often displaying a tendency to be indecisive and frequently making decisions by flipping a coin.

He had an excess of nervous energy – tending towards hyperactivity.

He could decipher the ingredients of a drink by smell alone and rosemary made him sneeze – this could easily be attributed to the SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) or Sensory Sensitivities that are so common among autistics.

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Yet again this incarnation displayed his own little quirks when it came to dress, on his left lapel this Doctor wore a celery stalk.

The Sixth Doctor played by Colin Baker

Again brightly coloured, mismatched clothes that he loved regardless of any social norms that may dictate them to be inappropriate and a brash and overbearing personality set him apart from all his previous incarnations,

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Following his regeneration he initially considered going into a hermit-like existence which would parallel the autistics need or desire to be alone rather than coping with the pressures that society puts on them.

The Sixth Doctor was unpredictable, with mood swings, manic behaviour, bombastic outbursts and glib, unflappable wit. His personality also displayed occasionally fatalistic overtones – always expecting the worst to happen, constantly wondering ‘what if this goes wrong..’

The Seventh Doctor played by Sylvester McCoy

This Doctor was very fond of rambling, idiosyncratic speeches that would mix literature, ordinary places and even food and drink with the deeper and weightier concerns on his mind. He was empathetic and somewhat melancholic at times but placed great burdens upon himself, much like the burden to be ‘perfect’ that many autistics place on themselves.

Again the Doctor’s outfit displays a quirkiness and mis-matched quality although it is more subdued than previous incarnations.

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Fiddle toys??? The Doctor carried all sorts of random items in his pockets and enjoyed using his hat, umbrella and the TARDIS key, amongst other items, as physical props much like the fiddle toys and myriad of, in our view useless objects but in their view, essential treasures that our autistic children hoard.

This Doctor also displays strange and ‘alien’ characteristics playing with the perception of his senses, as he listens to cheese, could this refer to Synesthesia that has recently been linked to autism?

The Eighth Doctor played by Paul McGann

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Although up until recently he was only The Doctor in the TV movie, this incarnation displayed a wide-eyed, child-like enthusiasm alongside an excess of energy – flitting randomly from one topic to the next and with an eye to fashion that doesn’t necessarily match that of his peers.

The Ninth Doctor played by Christopher Eccleston

At the start of his tenure this Doctor doesn’t want or need friends, feeling life is easier if he’s alone and doing his own thing but a reluctant friendship with Rose grows into an enduring and deep relationship, echoing the struggle that exists for autistic individuals when making friends and also the way that once those friendships have been forged the friendships are often deeper and more enduring than the friendships that exist between neuro-typicals.

He avoids thinking about his past because “there’s some pain there” – and his only concern regarding the future is that “it’s there” much in the same way that an autistic lives mainly ‘in the moment’ with difficulty understanding, or caring, about the concepts of past and future.
Personality wise, this Doctor is often confrontational and inflexible and his clothing, which is the most ‘normal’ of all the incarnations gives the impression that he strides through the universe wearing a dark leather jacket saying “Don’t touch me”.

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The Tenth Doctor played by David Tennant

The Tenth Doctor has a tendency to babble, mixing apparent nonsense with vital information and sometimes acting erratically. He is prone to making comments that to others might seem rude. He has a tendency to use technobabble to describe scientific concepts before substituting it with a simpler, analogous explanation, such as his description of non-linear temporal physics as “a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff” – in the way The Whirlwind will use ‘made up’ words and phrases to explain things when he cannot come up with the words he needs.

This incarnation also has a strong sense of justice which makes him quick to anger when he feels it is violated, he also rapidly switches moods, from mania to anger to nonchalance.

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Another recurring theme in the Tenth Doctor’s stories is his intense loneliness, a feeling that although he’s in the centre of things he is still on the sidelines watching it all happen.

He also exhibits a remarkable sense of taste, again similar to the Fifth Doctor and SPD – able to identify the blood type of a blood sample or the presence of mistletoe oil just by licking

This Doctor also echoes certain phrases on various occasions, such as “Brilliant!”, “oh yes!” (used in an exuberant fashion, often when he has successfully done something), “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, and the French command “Allons-y” (“Let’s go”). The latter also shows the random thinking and rambling mind of the Doctor as he goes on to say that he would love to meet someone named Alonso so he could say “Allons-y, Alonso!” and again when he quotes the song “Circle of Life” from Disney’s The Lion King during a confrontation with the Sycorax leader.

The Eleventh Doctor played by Matt Smith

He is at times childlike, and yet can also become grumpy and solitary, refusing to interact with others. He attempts to be cool (including enthusiastic dancing) and . He even shows ignorance of adult activities such as sharing a bed, providing bunk beds in the TARDIS for the married Ponds purely because they are ‘cool’, and drinking wine before spitting it back into the glass after trying it.

Although the Doctor puts on a façade of cheerful arrogance, he secretly believes himself to be a bad person and often displays self-loathing for the things he has done throughout his life, as seen in the episode Amy’s Choice when he determined that the Dream Lord was a version of himself by surmising that there was only one person that hated him as much as the Dream Lord did.

Again we see a quirky, individualistic dress sense with a special affection for bow ties, often proclaiming “Bow ties are cool” progressing to include a love for fezzes, “I wear a fez now, fezzes are cool.”

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Like his other regenerations this Doctor can see the small details but struggles to see the ‘big picture’ relying on his companions to help him put the pieces together.

So, in summary, we have an almost child-like at heart individual who although deeply loved by those around him feels like an outsider, a very unique dress sense preferring comfort over social norms, the ultimate absconder, a man who always speaks his mind and a few glimpses of synesthesia, echolalia and SPD. Ladies and gentleman I think you’ll all agree

    THE DOCTOR IS AUTISTIC.