On YouTube I found an illuminating interview with special-needs educator Richard Lavoie. He recalls a time in the 1970s in which he was working as a teacher at a boarding school where he also tutored a fourteen-year-old boy named Craig who had severe learning disabilities involving reading and writing. One day, Lavoie asked Craig to write a story about his dog for a homework assignment. Craig turned in the essay the next day, and the day after he showed up early to his class to wait for Lavoie. He had worked so hard, spending the evening meticulously proofreading his work while his classmates were out playing basketball, that he was sure it was “perfect” and that his teacher’s feedback would reflect that.
But Craig’s essay was so rife with spelling and grammatical errors that there was more of Lavoie’s writing—in red pencil—than Craig’s.
I can completely relate to the unbelievable pain, disappointment, and frustration that Craig must have felt when Lavoie handed the essay back to him. Not because of any verbal learning difficulty I had—teachers often were impressed with my writing abilities—but because of the sheer agony I often felt when I worked hard to overcome an issue that was related to then-undiagnosed autism. Often, parents, teachers, and peers would identify a social faux pas that I continually exhibited. I would work on it, feel immensely proud of myself when I thought that I had overcome it, and then find out that something I did had pissed off everybody in the room. Sometimes what I had done was related to whatever issue I had been working on. Sometimes it was something completely different that would never have occurred to me would be seen as problematic. I felt like that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, it was not good enough, that there was always something I was missing—and that I had nobody to blame but myself.
Fortunately, Craig’s learning disability was well-understood by some educators in the 1970s; at the very least, Lavoie was one of them, and he knew better than to tell Craig, “You’re not trying” and realized that Craig’s struggles were largely beyond his control. Unfortunately, in the 1980s, 1990s, and well into the 2000s, autism—and the social disabilities that come with it—were not understood at all. Autism as a “spectrum” was largely unknown in those days and not something one would dream of diagnosing an honors student—let alone a female honors student—with. Any social faux pas that I committed was potentially seen as intentional, indicative of poor upbringing, my resistance to learn from mistakes, and sometimes even that I was a bad person.
Often, it was my own parents who told me “You’re not trying.” This is not reflective of them being ignorant about “invisible” disabilities in general but rather the prevailing ignorance about social disabilities—autism—throughout the era I grew up in. I struggled with math, and almost every night my father had to help me with my homework. Dad never would have dreamed of telling me, “I don’t see you trying” in that context. He and Mom, however, sometimes said that exact same thing when I made a social mistake. If I told them I was trying, they said, “You need to try harder.”
They had no idea how hard I was trying.
One time, during my senior year of high school, Dad even said, “You’re not done” in relation to my efforts to improve myself, further cementing my perception that no matter what I did I would miss the mark. Additionally, I felt that missing the mark was the result of not just a failing on my part, but a moral failing. There were many times in my life where I hated myself, where I felt I was a horrible person who violated other people in egregious ways, rather than that I was just socially awkward.
Lavoie’s experience with Craig inspired him to do a workshop for teachers, using techniques that convincingly simulated the learning disabled-experience for them. In 1988, at the time that it was made, there were still teachers accusing kids of not trying and telling them to “try harder.” There was even the ignorant perception that these kids were deliberately making the teachers’ lives difficult, just like many people in my life thought I was deliberately making their lives difficult. I can only imagine what kids with severe academic learning disabilities thought of themselves if they grew up in an era in which their needs were not understood.
I will say this though—never ever tell someone, kid or adult, that they are “not trying.” Just listen. And while you’re listening, don’t tell them that you know exactly how they feel unless you truly have had a comparable experience. Lavoie told Craig, “I know exactly how you feel” after Craig cried over his failed essay—and he admitted it was the stupidest thing he could have said to him. I also realize that I might be guilty of doing the same thing when I compare my feelings of inadequacy to Craig’s. I want to clarify by saying that I relate in terms of that the emotions are similar. But just like I’ll never truly understand what it’s like to have severe writing problems, Craig will probably never truly understand what it’s like to be autistic.
Neither did a particular teacher I had in high school. Stay tuned.
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