[A note for discernment-challenged allistics: Yes, this entire Tumblr is satire. This is the only warning you will receive.]
Since we’re just hours away from the start of Allism Awareness Month (a whole month for to raise awareness about allists! It’s not enough!), I thought I’d introduce my little project.
This is “Field Notes on Allistics,” which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. I live with an allistic spouse (I’ll call him Al) and two allistic children (I’ll call them Al Jr. and Alia). Recently, I decided to start taking notes on their behaviors – to share with their therapists, perhaps, or to give me some insight into the mysterious depths of allism.
So, What Is Allism?
Allism (pronounced “AL-lism” or “AHL-ism,” as in “allergy” or “allophone”) is a developmental disorder characterized by an inability to express independent emotions, an inability to fruitfully occupy one’s own time, and a pathological need for the presence, interaction, and approval of others.
My research so far has told me there’s far more to it, of course, but if you want to read more, here is an in-depth guide. I also suggest visiting the Web site of the Institute for the Study of the Neurologically Typical, which seems to do a great deal of good work with allistic individuals. And, of course, no journey into the perils of allism is complete without supporting the good work of Allism Speaks.
Why Am I Posting Now?
Throughout the month of April (Allism Awareness Month! Have you hugged a person with allism today? I know it’s weird and creepy but they genuinely seem to enjoy it!), I’ll be sharing my field notes on our household’s three resident allistics, with occasional insights from the only other normal member of the household, Gracie. I also welcome submissions from those of you observing allistics in their natural habitats!
Though I will try to post daily throughout Allism Awareness Month (have you ordered your taupe square-peg-in-round-hole gear yet? let those allistics in your life know you support their struggles – remember, they can’t intuit such things for themselves!), I am fairly busy. We’re nearing the end of the semester at the local college, where I teach a class in which I help hapless allistic freshmen learn to communicate in a more appropriate manner for the world they’ll soon be entering.
(My mother says it’s a shame these allistic kids’ families don’t teach them to communicate appropriately as children. I remind her that allistic kids have a great deal of trouble communicating civilly; their brains seem wired to delight in loud noises, so of course they shriek gibberish to each other every chance they get instead of using God’s given written word. No wonder their grammar is atrocious! But I digress.)
In other words, it’s a very busy household. But I’ll do my best.