When activist Greta Thunberg was asked on CBS This Morning where she summoned the courage to speak so boldly and directly to world leaders about their inaction about climate change, she said, “I have Asperger’s. I’m on the autism spectrum, so I don’t really care about social codes that way.”
Many would consider the symptoms of Asperger’s syndrome a deficit, but Thunberg flips the script and in her tweets calls the condition “a superpower.”
Being different, and thinking differently is essential, she said in the interview, “Especially in a big crisis like this one, we need to think outside the box, we need to think outside our current system, we need people who think outside the box and who aren’t like everyone else.”
While my own kids don’t have serious neurological conditions like autism or physical or mental disabilities, they do face challenges and sensitivities that set them apart from their peers.
My tween daughter is more anxious than most and often labeled “shy” (which I hate) because she’s reluctant to raise her hand in class. She also refuses to go to sleep-away camp because she will miss me and my husband too much. I worry that she’s “too connected” to us and needs to learn to be on her own.
As for my son, after a disasterous start to first grade–tears, refusal to do work, daydreaming in class–he was diagnosed with dyslexia, information processing issues, sensory seeking needs, and fine motor skills delay. The school also determined that he met the criteria for inattentive ADHD, but after moving him to a new school for second grade, his therapist suspects that it was anxiety and the learning disability that caused him to zone out during lessons.
I’m not exactly surprised that our kids are more sensitive than most.
Thirteen years ago when my husband and I felt a tug that tug to have a child we paused, wondering if having a kid was a good idea considering our own history of depression and anxiety.
We consulted a genetic counselor who explained that any child we had we be more likely to experience anxiety or depression, but it wasn’t a sure thing. Genetics aren’t destiny. Those traits, he explained, can be expressed or turned on by one’s environment.
Stressful childhoods fertilized the seeds of me and my husband’s sadness and anxiety, but that didn’t mean our potential child would be similarly afflicted, we reasoned. Do we NOT have kids because there’s a chance they might suffer from anxiety and depression? Did wanting children make us selfish? Foolish? After debating, the desire to have kids outweighed our fear that they would suffer from the same challenges we live with.
I still feel a tug of guilt when we drop off my 12-year-old daughter at an all-day camp, which triggers her separation and social anxiety. Her face crumples up and tears spill across her freckled face, “I don’t want to go!” she cries as I wave over a camp counselor and firmly push my daughter in her direction. I’ve learned over the years, that a quick goodbye is best.
And my stomach twists to see my seven-year-old son stuggle with reading and writing because the dyslexia he inherited from my father make it difficult for him to match the letters he sees on the page with the sounds those letters and combination of letters make.
Some inheritance, I snipe to myself.
And yet, like Thunberg, I’ve seen those genetic “curses” or “deficiencies” become the very traits that make my kids extraordinary.
My daughter’s quiet, thoughtful nature also means she has a rich and creative interior world that expresses itself through comics and stories. The handful of friends she does have are kind, silly, and loyal. She doesn’t feel the need to change herself or be anyone other than who she is. She’s grounded in a way that I still struggle to be. The point is, she can be anxious, shy, nervous, but also all these other wonderful things.
And while my son’s dyslexia and sensory seeking tendencies make the traditional school environment a challenge, he’s saddled with precocious verbal skills and unlike the rest of his family, has no problem raising his hand in class and sharing what he knows. Writing is torture because of his weak fine motor skills, but his intensity and big gestures are an asset when he paints. Brush in hand, he fills each sheet of paper and each canvas with color and energy that thrums inside him.
Parents don’t like to see their child struggle, but here’s something I didn’t expect when I had kids: by helping my daughter manage her anxiety, by sitting with my son and reviewing letter sounds and sight words, my husband and I are giving them the tools they need to manage the challenging parts of themselves.
There’s no cure for anxiety and sensitivity. There’s not cure for a learning disability. So we’ve learned to accept, adapt, and, like Thunberg, reframe their differences as superpowers.
They are not like most kids, and that’s okay.