Last night I finished reading Finding Ben: A Mother’s Journey
Through the Maze of Asperger’s by Barbara LaSalle. It wasn’t a feel-good
read, but it was very educational and very interesting. Finding
Ben is written by Ben’s mother, but
with the guidance, approval and internal thoughts of Ben, the individual with
Asperger’s syndrome. Ben was born in 1969, a couple decades before
Asperger’s Syndrome was a true known medical
disability with a scientific name, and he was misunderstood well into his 20’s and probably still to this day. He was labeled a genius because he could read
at the age of 18months and memorize entire radio shows, commercials, etc., but
he couldn’t walk, ride a bike, throw a ball,
write, jump, etc. until much later in life, so he was labeled slow, retarded, mentally disabled. His social skills were very poor and making
friends was extremely challenging…virtually
impossible, even his own mother wanted to change him. He seemed selfish because
he dominated conversations, never asked how others were or was even aware of
other’s feelings.
Throughout his life, he went from
school to school then from assisted living home to assisted living home to
hospital wings for mentally unstable individuals to jail to homes again…it was a long a painful process for both
Ben and his mother. It wasn’t until Ben was in his 20’s that he was given the diagnosis of autism and it wasn’t until his 30’s
(I think) that he was given the diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome.
This book details the good and the
bad of having a child with a disability and wanting to fix your child as opposed to accepting your child for whom they
are. The moral of the story is that
mental disabilities aren’t necessarily
anyone’s fault and while they can be
challenging to handle, they make individuals unique and we must accept and love
everyone for who they are as opposed to
trying to conform them to society’s standard of
normal. Everyone needs love.
Everyone yearns for acceptance…maybe not
everyone, but the majority. Being the
outcast isn’t a fun role to be in.
Before reading this book, I didn’t know anything about Asperger’s, but now I have some insight into the mind
and the lives of individuals with this diagnosis. I enjoy learning about mental and physical
disabilities through personal encounters as opposed to textbooks. I am by no means an expert on Asperger’s, but I do believe that I have gained an
appreciation and an understanding of how different the mind can be. Every now and then you just need to be
reminded that everyone needs to be loved and that is exactly what Ben
needed. He needed his mom to listen to
him and love him for him as opposed to trying to change him.
Much love.
Sounds interesting. The little boy I nannied for has Asperger's, but wasn't diagnosed until after I stopped watching him. He was so smart! I saw him a few years ago and he remembered the color car I drove back then...he was 2 when I drove that car. Boggles my mind.
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