Autism and the Problem with Public Restrooms

Anyone who has a special needs family member probably already knows what this post is going to be about.  It’s an issue we all have to deal with and one that isn’t going to go away anytime soon, most likely.  When my kids were little, it never occurred to be that going to the bathroom was going to be a problem.  Then they grew up.

Rob is claustrophobic and has super sensitive hearing so even when he was little, going to the bathroom anywhere but home or grandma’s house was an issue.  The noise of toilets flushing and electric hand dryers, not to mention the voices that bounced around the small tiled rooms, were enough to convince him to not use the restroom in public – or in school, if he could avoid it.

Casey didn’t have the same problems he did.  She hated the noise, but kept a finger in her most sensitive ear until she could get out of the restroom.  Now that they are both older, the real problem for us is finding a family restroom.

I refuse to let Rob go into a men’s room when there are several stalls.  Not that I would hesitate to barge into a men’s room if I thought he was in trouble, but it’s really not at the top of my list of things I want to do.  I have no idea what kind of person might be in the restroom – and no idea what Rob would do if someone grabbed him.  I would like to think he would beat the crap out of the stranger, but in reality know that Rob wouldn’t do that.

If the men’s room happens to be just the one stall, I let Rob go in, while I stand by the door, holding it open an inch or so, just so I can be sure he doesn’t accidentally lock himself in.  I can hear when he is finished and we go on our way.  Casey can use the restroom on her own and would never dream of going into a men’s room. (Which brings up another pet peeve of mine!  Why do so many restaurants insist on labeling the rooms cutesy names to go with the theme- like hens and roosters?  I worked years to get my kids to understand men and women!)

So – our problem?   Few women give it a thought when they enter a restroom to find a mom and a cute little boy.  When they enter and find a 5’10” 250 pound young man, however, they are not so forgiving.  I don’t blame them, but I do wish they would try to understand before they pass quick and negative judgement.  Do they really think he wants to be in there?  He has no interest in seeing anything – he wants to wash his hands and get out of that noisy place!  Unfortunately, we run into nasty people who can’t seem to keep their comments to themselves.  Trust me, Rob hears everything they are whispering and it hurts his feelings.  I get mad.

We were at their neurologists office a few years ago.  It’s a two hour drive from our house so by the time we get there, everyone needs to use the restroom.  The doctor’s office is in a medical building, so there are people with special needs everywhere.  Rob was still in a stall when a lady walked in.  She smiled at me, ignored Casey and about had an accident in her pants when Rob popped out of the stall.  (Seriously – in the next few minutes I would come to wish she had, just so I could have said something nasty to her.  God forgive me.)

She let out a yell and wanted me to go get security.  I tried to explain he was with me, but she wouldn’t listen.  Her loud words were getting to him and he started rocking and humming.  The louder she got, the louder and faster he stimmed.  So now I was trying to calm him down while she was still yelling and Casey is giggling hysterically because she is nervous and scared.  By now, all I wanted was to get us out of the restroom and back to the doctor’s office.

But she insisted on making comments about my parenting skills, him being in a ladies room and how I couldn’t control either of them.  And Mama Bear came out.

I get it.  You run into a restroom and aren’t thinking about anything but the next thing on your shopping list.  And you run right into a giant young man who is humming and rocking.  He startles you.  But don’t you think there might be a reason he is in there?  Why not take a second and listen to his mom before you get upset?

When my mom and I took the kids to Virginia last year, my biggest worry about the trip was finding a restroom for Rob on the way.  Luckily, most of the rest stops along interstates have family restrooms that Rob can use.  And I made him go to the bathroom when we stopped to eat at restaurants as they often have just one stall.  But, families shouldn’t have to worry about how their children are going to use the restroom!

What if you have an adult who needs changed?  Have you ever seen an area in a store where that can be done? Unless you choose to lay them out on the bathroom floor, you have little choice.  Why can’t family restrooms be more readily available?  A restroom that is big enough for a wheelchair to get into?  I understand this costs money and we’ve come a long way with handicapped areas, but there is still room for improvement.

We need more understanding of young men or women who are in the “wrong” restroom.  Maybe I am just a paranoid mom, but I’m not taking any chances with my kids and I know most people feel the same way.  Rob goes where I go or where I know he is the only person in the restroom.  (Yep – when the door is unlocked, I peek in to be sure before I let him go in.)

OK – my rant is over.  Have any of you ever encountered issues like Rob and I do?  Honestly, most women are kind, but we have scared more than a few little girls and I don’t like doing that.  It’s the cruel and unnecessary comments that put me over the edge.