The realization that I am "on the spectrum," so to speak, brings with it a lot answers to the questions of what a lot of "normal" people would -- and have -- judged as being an unhealthy relationship with my mother and an unhealthy reluctance to leave home.
But there was nothing Freudian about it. I had Asperger's. No one in the family had a name for it, but we all knew that something was wrong.
Mom was my Protector. Home was my Safe Haven in a world that I could not begin to understand.
How difficult, then, to suddenly have the roles reversed when, six years ago now, she had to have her right leg amputated due to diabetes, and I was suddenly thrust into the position of being the Support Person -- physically, emotionally, financially. . .
Coping, coping, coping, my life and hers became a landscape of dealing with things that were a horror to us both.
And still how much more difficult to lose her so suddenly, without significant (to me, anyway, although a neurotypical might have picked up on the signs more easily than I did) warning -- and then to be assaulted by my sister, entering My World and stealing from the estate, turning things upside down; by the legalities of death; by the auctioneers coming into my home and tearing it apart into a horror, a ruin, literally, for me, ripping my Reality into shreds, turning a rich world of organized clutter into a Depression-era state of Chaos --
A year ago today, we laid her remains to rest around the old house. This was made necessary because Memorial Day was the only day that I could get off from work. I was drunk, of course, as I am drunk now typing this at 5:30 AM, for the same reasons.
I gave everybody a chance to say what they wanted to say, and then I said my piece, and then in deference to my hypocrite sister, who wanted Jesus present in some form, I recited the following verse, the only verse that I know by heart, because it's from a favorite movie of mine, and as an Aspie I am good at remembering these things, even drunk --
My name is known: God and King
I am most in majesty in whom no beginning may be, and no end.
Highest in potency I am, and have been ever!
I have made the stars and the planets in their courses to go
I have made a moon for the night
And a sun to light the day also..
I have made Earth, where trees and grasses spring.
Beasts and fowl both great and small
All thrive, and have my liking
I have made All of Nothing for Man's sustenation.
And of this Pleasant Garden that I have Mostly Goodly Planted
I will make HIM gardener for his OWN re-creation.
There was a pause. Then my father said something along the lines of Amen -- and, I do not exaggerate, everyone RAN for their cars. ZOOM! There was dust in the air in the wake of their tires tearing up the driveway.
I was left alone.
I thought, Why did they all run away and leave me?
Then I went inside and poured another drink.