Some of you may remember that two years ago I had one of my nephews here for five weeks. He obviously has (undiagnosed) Asperger Syndrome and doesn't have a clue on how to interact normally with other people. He turned 17 two summers ago, and is leaving on his 19th birthday to go back to Germany this time.
So, here he is again for five weeks (he arrived last Monday, so we have four weeks left). Even though some things are vastly improved, like his personal hygiene (he showers now without me having to almost force him). But his social skills are just as bad as before.
My husband took him on a four day canoe trip into the Algonquin Park. It was a group of missionaries and Christian workers from our church with a bunch of their boys, thirteen people altogether. Adrian is a Christian, too, so I thought he'd fit in.
Since there were boys as young as ten, it was a fairly easy trip with short portages. They camped on an island with a beach. The weather was great, except for showers one day, and a terrible thunderstorm the last night (but it didn't start until after they had gone to bed, so they were fine).
I thought Adrian would enjoy this trip. German groups regularly come to Canada for canoe trips into the Algonqin Park, because it isn't possible to do anything like it in Germany. There you can only camp in organized campgrounds, no wilderness-trekking anywhere. Not by canoe or on foot.
Well, he hated it. Too much work (paddling, walking, carrying stuff over portages etc.) and too many bugs (he did have my husband's bugshirt, so really, he was fine).
He wouldn't come out of the tent except for meals. They stayed in the same spot from Thursday afternoon until Sunday morning. The others went swimming several times, practiced canoe rescues, sang around the campfire etc., all the fun stuff you normally do on trips like that.
Adrian didn't participate in anything at all. They had a mild headwind and some minor waves on the way home according to my husband. But Adrian told me it was terrible!
So, there was the 'amazing adventure trip' that I thought he would love. Everybody else always does.
All he likes to do is be on the computer. Fortunately he now owns a laptop (which he didn't have last time), so he doesn't hog my computer any more. He has his own room (I just got my new guest room painted and furnished the day before he arrived). Privacy is very important to me and to him also, so that is good.
I am in terrible health right now, and don't know where I am going to find the energy to do stuff with him! Susie, my youngest daughter, doesn't really like him, and neither do her friends. They think he is the most boring person they have ever met. Unfortunately, they have a point. He really doesn't want to do anything.
Tomorrow he will recover from that 'exhausting' canoe trip. Tuesday is Canada Day, and my second-youngest daughter and her husband will take him along to a barbecue with friends and to see the fireworks in the nearest city, which will be fun (I hope, but we ARE trying).
Wednesday he will go to Toronto with my husband. My husband will go to work (he works a couple of days a week from home, but commutes to Toronto the other days), and Adrian will wander around Toronto. He is going to buy himself a router and some gifts.
I have no idea what we will do the rest of the time. We saw the Niagara Falls last time he was here, and I have no intentions of going there again. It is a three hour drive each way, and a lot of walking around, and I don't have the energy for it.
I might take the kids mini-golfing, I haven't gone in a long time. Maybe go-carting, too, I can watch. Even though I love doing it myself, too, but it takes too much energy. Living takes too much energy right now!
I really like Adrian. He is an awful lot like I was at his age. I was completely clueless socially, and was probably just as boring. That is why I don't mind him visiting. I just find it so painful to see the way he is, because I remember myself at that age. Life was so hard then, and nobody understood why I couldn't be like 'normal' people!
If I make an effort I can pass for normal now. At least for a while, until I get tired of pretending and stop making the effort. Or until I say or do 'the wrong thing' and get glared at by my husband or kids. For the most part I don't have the energy for being social right now and stay home.
My kids get mad at me for not trying harder to socialize. They claim it would be good for me to get out more, because, according to them, 'everybody' needs other people to be healthy. Well, maybe they do, but I don't. Being with other people takes energy I don't have right now.
I wished there would be an easy solution. If I could I'd live in a little cottage by myself (with high-speed Internet access, of course
I am fine communicating by computer. It is easier for me to express myself in writing than speaking to people in person.
If only I'd be allowed to be myself without everybody always trying to change me into somebody I can never be. Is it so hard to accept people for who they are? Why do they all want me to conform? Why do they all think that Adrian needs to conform?
I am doing my best to explain to him the rules of Canadian society (as well as I understand them, which is an awful lot more than he understands). But I won't be able to change his personality, and I have no intentions of trying. We are a couple of geeks, and that is okay. Or at least it should be okay.
