Life Lessons on Friendship

Recently I wrote about the stark contrast between the social life of my 13 year old son and that of my daughter. It breaks my heart sometimes.

And then this happens.

Maddie has a friend and classmate named Jordan.* She went to the private school with Maddie and then, at the last minute, showed up at the public high school as well. She’s a very sweet girl with wonderful parents. They are making a real effort to encourage the friendship between these two girls. I am so grateful.

This weekend Jordan’s mom reached out to invite Maddie to spend the afternoon swimming at their house. Not only are these people lovely, but they also have a pool! I call that a win!

At first Maddie was excited. She said, “Well, I do like Jordan. And I do like to swim!”

How wonderful, I thought. Finally Maddie has an invitation to do something with a friend.

And then, this morning, my son decided he wasn’t up for an outing he had planned with a friend. Apparently the idea of bailing out seemed appealing to Maddie as well. So now she wants to cancel. She likes Jordan, but she’s not up for an afternoon of socializing.

“You have no social life!” I told Maddie. “This is a chance to get together with a friend!”

And then she was offended. But that is the truth. The ONLY person she really wants to socialize with is her cousin. She is a lovely kid, and she and Maddie are the kind of best friends all girls should have. They’re kind to each other, and they can be fully themselves. And since they’re cousins, there is a lifetime connection that will always be there. I am so grateful for their relationships.

But I want Maddie to branch out. I want her to be able to make other friendships, especially with girls. I know that she mostly spends time with boys at school. She always has, and I have long suspected it’s because they’re less socially sophisticated and therefore less demanding. She doesn’t have to navigate the complexities of girl friendships. And in a way I can appreciate that.

And then when school’s out, she retreats into herself. She watches her anime show, she plays Minecraft, she spends hours making swords, she’ll go out into the open space behind our house and pick flowers or blackberries. That’s what makes her happy. And all of it is solitary (actually Minecraft often involved online friends, if that counts).

So here I am, very anxious about Maddie’s social life. I want something for her that apparently she doesn’t want for herself. I don’t know what to do with that. Should I help her develop her social skills with girls or just let her be? Am I trying to force something that’s not important or meant to be? I don’t know the answer to that.

I believe that if she went to Jordan’s house today she would have a great time. Jordan’s mom would ensure a good time. She’s that kind of person.

I often try to make plans for Maddie, with her consent, of course. She resists. She’s not interested. Ever. She can’t seem to overcome the idea that even if a friend has very different interests, they can manage to be friends and have a good time. Or even that if she has committed to something, keeping her promise is important. She doesn’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings, but in the moment her own desires are taking precedence. I’m not comfortable with that.

The word autism comes from the root “auto,” meaning “self.” Her system is focused on “self.” I don’t mean she’s selfish or self-absorbed, exactly, but people with autism have a whole system that is very self-oriented, which is why they often function so well alone and may have difficulty in social situations.

Dictionary.com says autism is “a pervasive developmental disordercharacterized by impaired communication, excessive rigidity, and emotional detachment; a tendency to view life in terms of one’s own needs and desires.”

I don’t think of Maddie as selfish necessarily, but I can’t really disagree with any part of that description. She’s not incapable of empathy at all (in fact, she can be remarkably empathetic sometimes), but it’s not necessarily her first response.

Well, hello! In the middle of my writing, Maddie came up with a great idea. She had called and left a message for Jordan. It was an excellent, heart-felt apology about having to cancel today. She said she was tired from a poor night’s sleep (true) and was terribly disappointed about having to cancel, and wanted to get together another time instead.

And then we had talked for a few minutes about friendship. She is concerned because she and Jordan have very different interests. Maddie likes swords and Star Wars and anime. Jordan likes makeup and other girly stuff. (I am reminded of the time years ago when I took her to Toys R Us, and she specifically said, “I do NOT want to look at the girly stuff.” You know, Barbies and everything else located in the explosion of pink.) It can be challenging for an autistic person to see beyond the obvious sometimes and go deeper.

But I told her that it wasn’t until I was in my forties that I realized something important about friendships. It is unlikely that a single friend will meet all your friendship needs. I might have a shopping buddy who loves fashion as much as I do. And then another friend who parents just like I do, so we can talk about that. I have a friend whom I can call to help with the dogs, but maybe my other friend isn’t a good candidate for that. And another friend whom I go to for advice. We all have deeper connections, commonalities that go beyond what we like to do with our time. That’s what ultimately binds us together.

Those are some deep thoughts for an autistic teen. I realize sometimes when I try to impart life lessons to my kids, they may or may not be listening. Or they might hear the words, but the deeper meaning might not land. Not yet. So I say what I want to say anyway, knowing this great wisdom may or may not have any impact right now. It’s worth a try, I figure.

And then Maddie had an epiphany. We have two extra Giants tickets for next Saturday. Why doesn’t she invite Jordan and her mom?

YES. That is the perfect solution. It’s a way to spend time with her friend doing something they can both presumably enjoy. It’s a fun outing, an adventure. It’s a way to connect with another person over something completely outside of yourself. An opportunity to bond without the superficial differences getting in the way. That is how you build a friendship.

So she made the phone call and left a message extending the invitation. Even if it doesn’t work out, something magical happened today.

I still don’t know what will happen next time a social invitation comes Maddie’s way. This is not a linear path we’re on. There are leaps forward and stumbles back. There are surprising moments of greatness and devastating disappointments along the way.

But the net result is this: I’m proud of my daughter. She’s a good person. She’s growing up. I’m working hard. Sometimes my parenting yields instant rewards; most often I just put in whatever effort I can manage, and then hope our kids grow and mature, or that I continue to learn how to let go of the outcome.

*Jordan is not her real name.

Learning to Read

When Maddie was in second grade, we moved out of our house for a year during a massive remodel. When we found our rental, I knew immediately we were in trouble: There is a 7-11 right on the corner and we would pass it every day. I knew to expect requests to stop there for junk food every single time. I’m not obsessive about food, but neither do I want my kids to live on candy and chips. So I made a rule: We could go to 7-11 once a week. We decided on Friday after school. Making a big deal about not going on other days would cancel the Friday plan. I was such a genius!

I was hilariously optimistic about my plan.

One of Maddie’s favorite foods on this earth is Cheetos. She is a very choosy eater, with a small repertoire of acceptable foods. Cheetos are among them.

So one day I had my kids and my mom in the car. I had just remarked to my mom, “Maddie’s NEVER in a bad mood!” That’s mostly true. She’s a chipper kid.

And then, what we now refer to as The Cheetos Incident: Maddie asked me to stop for some Cheetos. “No, not today,” I said.

“Please, Mom,” she said.

“I said not today. We can go on Friday.”

“Please! Please!”

“No, Maddie,” I said, starting to get a little agitated.

“Could we please get some Cheetos?” she repeated.

This went on for a minute, maybe, and I got increasingly perturbed. My voice got a little louder, and I got more and more animated. I was trying to drive and deal with this incessant asking.

“Maddie, I’m getting very frustrated.”

Finally I said, very firmly, “MADDIE! If you don’t stop asking, you will lose screen privileges for the rest of the day! STOP ASKING ME!”

And then it was quiet. I exhaled a breath of relief. I had finally put this issue to rest. I had finally gotten through to her.

And then: “So, can we get some Cheetos?”

“Are you KIDDING ME?” was all I could conjure up.

It was both hilarious and discouraging at the same time.

Years later I would understand what happened.

When she was eleven or so, Maddie had a similar exchange with my husband. She repeatedly asked him for something, and I watched agitation increase as she continued to press the issue. Finally, he blew up. It was a short final exchange, and then he left the room. I turned to Maddie and said, “Maddie, you have to recognize when someone’s getting upset.”

The revelatory response: “Well, how can you tell?”

I couldn’t believe it. It explained everything. She just couldn’t see it coming, even though it seemed awfully clear to me. It was a slow build to a final expression of frustration, and she just had no idea what was coming.

That was a huge moment for me. I finally understood what I hadn’t before: She just didn’t have the natural ability to read emotions AT ALL. Or to predict the likely outcome. It was something we’ve worked hard to teach her. So did her psychologist and her social skills teacher.

So imagine my gratification after a particular phone call last weekend.

I called home at a rather unfortunate moment. My husband was taking the kids to a Giants game. Luckily on the weekends, the whole ferry experience is much easier because the usual commuters aren’t filling up the parking lot. Still, the line grows early, and if you want a seat on the deck, you ought to get there early. I called right at the mad scramble to leave. I talked to each kid and then wanted to have a brief conversation with my husband.

“He’s worked up,” said Maddie.

Yes, he’s worked up! I’m sure he was. It was my sister who pointed out the significance of that simple remark. She remembered the “how can i tell?” story.

I can’t say she can always read people. I mean, who can? But she has come so far.

I’m so proud of her. And so hopeful that she will continue to develop that ability.