If I can pick up on what I was discussing here a couple of weeks ago about how I feel that autism is becoming increasingly politicised and problematic, I think I have a good example. I was mucking around on YouTube earlier when I came across this video about the Elizabeth Line. What struck me about it was that the young man in it seemed to have some rather autistic traits: that is, the way he seemed to fixate on certain details as well as the way he spoke reminded me of autistic people I have met. Of course I am not an expert by any means, but if I had to guess I would say that the guy met the criteria for being autistic.
Obviously I have no idea whether he has been diagnosed as having autism or not; yet it seems to me that the more important question is whether it actually matters. Would having such a diagnosis help him, would it burden him when a label which he can obviously live without? He may or may not happen to fit a set of criteria for a neurological disorder that are essentially arbitrary and change over time. What actual benefit would such a diagnosis be to him? It might entitle him to more support; but I think that ought to be weighed against the rather significant social burden that having a condition like autism can have.
On the other hand, a little later in my day I came across another example. I was on my trundle through Charlton, and I encountered one of the ladies I knew when I lived there. We used to be quite good friends, but sadly just before I moved to Eltham we had a massive argument and since then she has refused to speak to me. Today, however, I noticed her sitting outside a cafe, and on the spur of the moment I decided to try to put things right.
I went around the corner and typed a short reconciliatory message into my speech app, before going back to play it to her. It would seem that my optimism was misplaced though as she still would not speak to me; and even when I sat there for ten minutes I was still met with the same sneering, contemptuous look. No matter how hard I tried or what I said, she refused to reconcile with me.
In the end I had no choice but to roll away, feeling a mixture of anger, frustration and bemusement. Such behaviour seemed abjectly immature – surely no grown adult could be so petty, or hold a grudge for so long! But then it occurred to me that perhaps this could be explained by neurology: if the woman is on the autistic spectrum, it would make her behaviour easier to understand and forgive. It certainly fits with what I understand an autistic spectrum disorder to be. On the other hand, that could just give her a ‘get out of jail free’ card which she does not necessarily deserve, effectively absolving her of personal responsibility for her abjectly infantile behaviour.
Thus the question is whether such labels can be useful: does telling someone they have autism do them any good in the long run? They will presumably go on behaving like they always have, whether you label it or categorise it or not. It might help us explain or understand the way certain people behave; but on the other hand that might just make things easier to dismiss.