One of the most common misconceptions of autism is that people with autism don’t understand humor and don’t have a sense of humor. Casey and Rob are constant reminders of how wrong that is.
Last week, Casey went shopping with her friend, Julie. Julie hasn’t been with Casey for very long and wasn’t aware that neither Casey or Rob are allowed to have gum. I have nothing against gum, but they have never understood that you just chew it and then throw it away. It’s an odd concept and I gave up trying. We just avoid it.
Casey is well aware of what she is allowed to have and what she isn’t. She bought a bag of gumballs and proceeded to eat it – all while ignoring Julie’s reminders that you don’t swallow gum. When they came home, Julie was worried. Casey, however… she was grinning ear to ear under her mask and her eyes were just twinkling with mischief. She knew exactly what she was doing. I took the rest of the gum and told her not to buy it again.
She laughed and ran to her room to color. While we were visiting my parents, I asked Casey what she was going to buy with Julie the next day. She giggled until she was shaking as she told me she was buying gum again. 🙂 (She didn’t – but I’m sure she tried. Julie was on to her tricks!)
Meanwhile, Rob was in the store with Bob. He knew he was allowed to buy four things and carefully picked out two packs of cards and was done. But, when they went to check out, he picked up five packs of cards. Bob reminded him he could only have four things (we are constantly working with them to understand money) so Rob put all of them back and went into another checkout aisle to grab cards there. Bob told him he could only have four things and that it didn’t matter which check out aisle he chose.
So Rob stood with seven packs of cards and waited for Bob to decide he was cute enough to deserve everything he wanted. I’m sure he was grinning under his mask. 🙂 He did finally put the cards away and came home. After I heard the story, I asked him about the cards. He laughed and laughed. Again, he knew exactly what he was doing.
They don’t have Hopewell tomorrow, but Bob and Ginny are coming to take them for a few hours. Rob has aquatic therapy, which he loves. Rob asked about Hopewell Monday. I told him it was closed, but that Bob was coming. He was happy – until his grinning sister said “No Hopewell Monday.”
He started to get anxious. I told him again Bob was coming and he could go see Erin. He relaxed – and she said again, “no Hopewell” He started rocking and humming and she just grinned and giggled. So, she was invited to leave the room while I assured him that he was going to see Bob and Erin tomorrow. She laughed all the way to her room.
But don’t think she is the only one who picks. He is just as likely to mess with her. If she is trying to reach something, he will “help” by getting it for her – and then holding it above his head so she still can’t get to it. He laughs – she gets frustrated.
I think some of the assumption that they don’t have a sense of humor comes from the lack of understanding verbal jokes. They take everything they hear so literally that understanding a pun is nearly impossible. However, they both love physical comedy – think Home Alone, the Three Stooges or Tom and Jerry cartoons.
While it is wonderful to see their eyes twinkling as they play “tricks” on people or hear their giggles, having a sense of humor is definitely something you will need, too. There will be days that they only way to get through them is to laugh. Seriously, no one will believe the circus that happens in your home and you might as well laugh about it. I have to laugh about the floor tapping and the light switch tapping and the shower curtain in just the right place and lunch boxes packed with exactly the right items… and the list goes on. Truly, I do know how funny my life sounds. And I would much rather laugh than cry about the crazy little things we live with.