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Anyone who doesn't think we had autistic kids back in the day didn't know the kids I knew in elementary school, the ones that were called "hyper" or "spastic" or were suspected of having "water on the brain," etc. Kids today are a lot better off with a formal diagnosis and treatment.

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Amen. I was sent to "special education" because I was dyslexic. I wasn't diagnosed or taught anything about it until college. All that time, I thought there was something bad about me.

It was literally hell once puberty started. Like many ND Gen Xers in the 1980s, most of us knew we were different, but there wasn't a diagnosis for us. I didn't even know what ADHD was until the 1990s. The only things that saved my life back then were comics, ttRPGs, and the arcade, my fellow nerds

Not to mention those who went to private school, where if they were diagnosed with autism, ADHD, etc. would be disenrolled from the school so admin wouldn’t need to “waste” valuable resources.

I had this kind of conversation with a colleage about my daughter. So I explained him that 50 or 100 years ago, my daughter wouldn't have been autistic, she would just have been stupid.

Hear - hear! My father would have been diagnosed autistic. He was born in 1923, long before vaccines and Tylenol. His best friend had his baseball dreams dashed in junior high due to polio. Hence my parents’ push for childhood vaccinations.

I believe almost everyone in my family is somewhere on the spectrum. My mom was possibly ADHD and OCD, dad was autistic, Grandpa was dyslexic, grandma was possibly autistic, and I might be AuDHD.

Legends of Changelings left behind in cribs by the Fae after they've abducted the 'original' kid... History is replete with stories of people we'd put all over the spectrum of Autism. It's bad revisionism to claim "Autism didn't exist in the past!" and the motives of the people claiming it are clear

Like the “absent-minded professor” trope: “a talented scholar whose academic brilliance is accompanied by below-par functioning in other areas, leading to forgetfulness and mistakes”, and, “they are considered to be so engrossed in their field of study that they forget their surroundings.”

Not to mention the fact that a lot of kids that were just hard to teach (dyslexic) were put in those same classes. It was tragic.

I will always remember a boy named Jamie. It was the early 80s, and we were 8 or 9. He had blond hair in a Prince Valiant cut. He was quiet and sweet, and his desk was next to mine. He would rock in his seat and had a hard time focusing. For that, they sent him away to a "special" school.

I have a son on the spectrum (AuDHD), and we had to fight, often too hard, for minor accommodations in school. I think of Jamie all the time, of where he might be, who he might be, and who he might have had the chance to be with a proper diagnosis and support.

My kids didn’t get diagnosed with ADHD and Autism until they were in their late 20s I tried so hard to get help for my youngest in school because she had such difficulty with reading & relied on her auditory memory to compensate but because she was “doing fine” I got no assistance & she struggled

I've never been diagnosed with anything (although parents and pediatrician discussed it and decided not to pursue and I got "no sugar diet" for a year)... but I will say that one year I was the only kid in the gifted class and a special ed class the same year. Conveniently they were right next door.

I remember my grandma telling me that 2 of her dad‘s brothers were “backward” and when I asked what that meant, she basically described autism. Yet my great grandpa was was known for going days without speaking and one of the things I inherited was his collection of books about trains…

Trains...trains...I am convinced there is a set of reasons so many autistics love them and have a special interest in them: 1. All the cars line up in order with an engine at the front 2. They have to travel on a track. No off-roading 3. They have set schedules That's the start of my list.

Or the one guy who brought in a car battery in a backpack and started shocking people. I'd look him up but he had the same name as a character in a very famous blockbuster film and that's the only hits you get when you look him up.

My mom taught 4th grade elementary school for 40 years and frequently saw how meds truly helped her kids. She would follow up on this by saying "better living through chemistry"

I remember kids being described as "shy" that would without a doubt be on the spectrum today. Autism hasn't increased (at least not in the ways people imagine), what we call Autism has. I had literally never heard of Autism before St Elsewhere.

Even back then with a formal diagnosis you were not assumed to be able function. 1985: dad took me to the cabin with a rifle because my parents decided I wouldn't be functional. When he didn't kill me, my mother moved out and dumped me on him for her career. "We didn't think you'd be functional."

I begged my teachers to allow me to stay in classroom during lunch break so I could read the dictionary. Early 1980s. I remember Autism was still largely thought of as "boys" only at the time.

My paternal uncle finally got a diagnosis in his fifties, and last year Mom told me how her dad never finished school but built a house and wired it for electricity using books from the library. I was like oh so I've got it from both sides, that explains the RAADS score.

I am 61 and was in school before the IDEA. Part of the reason we don’t remember kids like that is because they were all shunted off to special school/warehouses and we’re not in our classrooms.

My great grandma had a photo of herself with some neighborhood kids, one of whom was on crutches. Muscular dystrophy? Polio? She didn’t know but remembered him fondly. “He was so smart! It was a shame he was retarded!” Yes, once we just lumped anyone different into one delightful diagnosis.

My dad added a teaching certificate to his degree in 1966, and started teaching “special education “, as it was called. The number of kids in that system because of lack of understanding on the part of adults was unbelievable. A behavioral difference was a death sentence to a real education.

I was put in a "remedial" class - the teacher would read to herself while the kids amused themselves. I went on to work in IT and retired just before my 58th birthday.

Also ADHD is considered a neurodivergent diagnosis. By today’s standards I am neurodivergent but you would probably not pick up on that even as I was growing up.

When I was 9 my best friend was sent to special school because she couldn’t read (I wish I were joking). Now she’d be considered ADHD. Same for her youngest sister. They hid them well. Now they’d fight tooth and nail to keep them in normal school and label them special needs.

I was diagnosed #ActuallyAutistic at the age of 65. My childhood would have been a lot less painful & frightening if I’d been diagnosed 60 years earlier. I’m really pleased fewer kids are getting missed today.

Amen. We’re still learning how to meet all kids where they are, and a long way from funding the resources necessary to truly create equitable classrooms. I hope before I retire the pendulum swings back to honoring the power of public education.

my grandfather was born in 1913, had a PhD in chemistry but never really held a conversation, and his signature move was basically 3 stims dressed up in a trench coat (he'd walk real fast, doing a little breathy whistle song while bumping his fists against his thighs)

I had a journalism professor who was required to do one-on-one tutorials with the honor students, in his office. I'd get in there and he'd tear a piece of tape off his dispenser, roll it into a tube, and roll it between his thumb and forefinger the whole session. I look back and think "Stimming."

When we moved to VA, the thought at the time was to put autistic kids into their own schools. The county I was in had 2 of them; one for severely handicapped and one for more high-functioning autism. They also had a residential care center for those who could no longer be cared for at home. 1/2

Would you be comfortable sharing how it has improved your life? I am also 60 and thinking about getting an assessment, but not sure if it will make any difference.

It's early days but it was significantly explanatory, which I found useful, for a number of behaviors I've struggled with forever, and it is altering my weekly therapy into something more directly useful for me.

I am convinced generations of autistic men did just fine working as accountants and copy clerks. At home, mother had found some desperate, girl willing to serve the same menu week after week, keep everything in its place and not expect much conversation. Or, I guess maybe not that atypical….

In 1995 I did work experience at a tax office, where one man did all the filing. No-one minded because putting the files back after use was a pain, but apparently he 'got a bit funny' if people even tried to put the files back themselves. Looking back I can think 'ah yes, autism'.

Funny how local autonomy allows an office to create the perfect niche — imagine that happening now with micromanagement from headquarters HR?

In thirty years as a software engineer I've never seen HR "micromanage" individual employees (and believe you me we've got lots of people on the spectrum). It is usually the opposite -- they would rather look the other way and avoid paperwork unless you're risking a lawsuit.

2. This for the record was after a LOT of meetings with school counselors and different psychologist/child shrinks who had a lot of theories but never once mentioned the Spectrum. So mom finally took me to the leading Autism specialist in town who promptly diagnosed me.

Omg!!!!! Several kids in my orbit had "water on the brain" I never knew what the fuck that meant. As a kid, that sounded totally legit, but I did wonder how the "water" got there

I remember a kid in elementary school. He didn’t interact much. In retrospect, I am very sure he would have been diagnosed along the autism scale. Where are you, Lynn?

To you point, there were a lot of things we saw then--cerebal palsy, for example--that we don't see as much now. Or, it's diagnosed differently. I watched a classmate give a presentation recently and concluded that yes, he was smart in HS; but today, he would have carried an ADHD diagnosis.

I got called 'mad' and people would wind me up on what I now see was the basis of my particular ways of doing things, so I could get frustrated and strike out. I was glad when I got to the age when I could go and hide in the school library every break time, where behaviour was controlled and we had

to be silent. Coming into my 40s, I was working with people supporting disabled students and one of them supportively suggested that I might be on the spectrum. Even then as a grown adult with a family, it so infuriated my father that he lectured me for 90 minutes about how impossible it was.

I remember doing a class presentation about autism in grade eight, back when the diagnosis was just starting to emerge in general discourse, and one of my classmates saying, "You know, that sounds like you actually."

Disability activist and autistic superhero Betsy Goodrich, aka Danger Woman, was in my girl scout troop. Before she was introduced into one of the troops I was in with her, the teacher brought us all together and told us all that “Betsy cannot control herself.” The word “autism” never showed up.

My dad had to sit in the corner with a dunce cone on his head because he was bad at reading. He was told he'd never amount to anything, and he believed it. A generation later my sister was diagnosed with dyslexia, got tutoring, and now if a teacher with a Master's in English.

It's clear to us that Dad has dyslexia but it wasn't known / diagnosed in the 50's. He was brilliant at math and could build anything from scratch, from a house to a car. He could have been an engineer if he had support for his disability.

Even when I was school (I'm about a decade younger than you) it was like that. If you were autistic, you were like Rain Man, and you were DEFINITELY a boy. Girls weren't autistic. People forget that acknowledging it as a spectrum, and irregardless of gender, is relatively new.

I tell people that we didn't have autism UNTIL Rain Man. It's a bit hyperbolic, but I never heard the term until that movie and it came out when I was in Jr. High.

My grandfather has an entire basement devoted to his 60+ year fascination with the Green Bay Packers where he spends multiple hours of every day watching old games. My family: "we never had autism or ADHD when we were growing up"

We never had an ozone layer either. Or hundreds of other things we had but hadn’t named.

I saw someone saying the concept of changelings was probably born from the changes seen in autistic babies, ok perfectly normal baby and then sudden shift in behavior (or gradual). Instead of blaming vaccines they blamed fairies.

Back then, they wanted to skip lithium and put me straight on Ritalin. Happily, my mother declined. I didn't know what was actually going on with me until my 40's.

I don’t think I did any bullying, per se, but my knowing “here’s a reason this guy never ever picks up on a social cue” probably would’ve made life easier for people around me, yes.

This largely what i try to recognize as a likely cause of friction when one surmises somebody might on the spectrum, you rethink your approach and meet them when they are. Perfect? No. Better than forcing expectations and making things worse

I recently learned to stop being sarcastic all the time, especially to people I don't really know. It's just my mode. I had funny, wry parents! My good friend is ND and she takes everything I say at face value. I take for granted that people will know I'm being facetious. So I'm working on it.

Autism has probably been around as long as humans. There’s speculation that Isaac Newton was autistic. And “The Boy Jones”, who stalked Queen Victoria, seems like he might have been on the severe end of the spectrum.

My wife and I are both ASD, and I am ADHD. Not diagnosed until recently because we are both high-functioning. But, as we age (I am in my 60s now), it is good to know that we can drop the mask sometimes and just be our normally weird selves.

The autistic kids always existed, it's just if you go back far enough they ended out being shepherds and the like. Even further back you might have something like this...

There was an adult autistic male in my hometown who lived with his mother, only left the house (always with her) in suit tie and fedora, and had, I eventually discovered, a complete collection of Arkham House books, plus much else. No condition ever mentioned, just “Dickie”, his unique self.

Once my son was diagnosed at 9, that's when I realized both sides of my family had autistic people everywhere. I can go back to the Civil War and see it in descriptions of my ancestors. It's totally 100% genetic.

Yeah, had an uncle who, in his eighties, I was like, ah, he's deep on the spectrum. Asked another uncle, who is a therapist, and he said, "yeah!" Very successful, highly eccentric, big heart, had a really happy marriage. We've just gotten better at noticing and identifying such things!