Do or did you parents restricted you becouse of autism

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do or did your parent restricted becouse of your austim

am not sure if any of you got same treatment as i do.
but i love to hear it and how they try to restrict you. and how it made you feel

in my case my parents have restricted me from driving. even though i havved my drivier licenancse for 5 years and i can drive good as what my parents say. they still will not let me drive. when i ask to drive they say no and make me take a bus to get to places. while my little 19 year old brother gets to drive everywere he wants. i have not droving a car in 5 years. my dad said becouse am desableed and desabled people should not drive becouse they are dangeueres to others on the road.
i feel so restricted from going to places that dont require a bus
and i am watched like child when cooking or making stuff to make sure i dont make a mess


i love to hear what your parents had restricet you on. so tread on

Mom wouldn't let me leave school ground during lunch and she and dad didn't want me getting a job either and told me to just enjoy being a kid and the kids are growing up too fast. Turns out mom knew I wouldn't be able to handle school and work at the same time because of my anxiety. She wouldn't let me go on the honor roll trip either when I was 14 because she knew I'd ruin it with my anxiety.

I think those are the only things they restricted from me and they were right.

My parents were very sheltering. Espicaly once they started homeschooling me. My mother thinks my innocence is gone because I'm intrested in the furry fandom. Why's she trying to protect me now? My innocence was shattered YEARS before I even knew about the furry fandom and that's when I could have bennefitted from an over protective parent. My parents would let me learn to drive when I was sixteen becuase they thought the classroom enviroment of the classes would make me have panic attacks. Well let me go there and figure it out myself. My parents basicaly wouldn't let me make my own decissions and never forced me to do anything becuase they were afraid of my meltdowns.

I disagree absolutely with parents or caregivers restricting and controlling people with disabilities. Disabled persons are treated in ways that would be unacceptable by the general population, but because a person is disabled, it makes it "okay."

I know of an online group where the mothers of disabled adults actually said, as casually as talking about the weather, that their disabled age of majority children are under tight control by their families and carers, with the comment that it was with good reason.

I couldn't believe it.

If you want an example of what tight control over another's life can do, just look at any prison.

Even if someone has the mental age of a ten year old, that person does not stop being a human being with needs, wants, dreams and hopes. They are not a second class citizen or subspecies of human.

I was restricted from babysitting. When my sister was 12 and I was 15, my sister started babysitting. I kept on asking my parents why they wouldn't let me babysit, they kept on telling me that I wasn't ready. My mum also talked about how she saw me with the younger kids in the neighbourhood when I was a few years younger. I started threatening suicide, telling racist jokes and saying gross comments about people who don't wash, because I was restricted from babysitting or having a summer job. I'll even give some examples:

My dad tells everybody at the Father's Day BBQ that he knew of a black man who was going to jail.

Me: "For doing things a Negro can't do?"

My dad rants at the dinner table about the painters at the place where he works who have bad BO and that he's going to tell them that he doesn't like the smell of people who don't wash or wear deodorant.

Me: "Or the smell of people who don't go to the bathroom."

I was also restricted from choosing the courses that I wanted to take in College and I was put into Adult Special Education Job Preparation without my consent. He also told me that he wanted me to go through with it. I was this angry Flower Child who was put into a work experience course without my consent and I was determined that I was going to live the hippie lifestyle forever, against my father's will. That all changed in the January of 1994 when I found myself by taking records of various bands and artists home from the library, three weeks at a time. I was more serious about getting a job and I had visions of myself as a short-haired Mod who had a good job. Needless to say, I ended up in a factory doing the most simple jobs in the world and I ended up with Depression, Psychosis and Anxiety. I was neurotic due to the fact that I've never made any important decisions concerning my life and my well being.

My parents didn't restrict me. They didn't want to deal with an autistic child. Even though I was clearly diagnosed and my parents were given a few notes, they didn't care. During bad times for me, even though many time I had little or no control, they would punish with harsh words or harsh fisical punishment. Other than that, I grew up in the wild. Free to be me, learn obout everything the "hard way" but in such detail it was actually fun.

Knowing how powerful an HFA or aspie mind can be, I believe a child rasied based on being HFA / aspie they could literly rule the world, if they wanted. Limiting or restricting such a mind is worng to me. Then too, I don't know the benifits of a life like that.

My parents and a counselor tried talking me into Adult Special Education.

I was reading before age 2, reading dictionaries at 6, studying various college level subjects on my own at 10-12, and was never in special education, never needed it.

I refused.

Growing up I was never really restricted the way the OP describes. Only after the persistence of my mother regarding getting this diagnosis have things warped into a strange situation of being defined by what's wrong with me and needs to be fixed, every action analyzed for "aspie moments", refering to me as mentally disabled (NEVER before had anyone done this) and treating me like someone who cannot reason or comprehend.

Life pre-diagnosis wasn't great, but at least all basis of interaction with me wasn't because my mother thought I was mentally disabled. Since the diagnosis, I've really lost personhood and I want to get it back.

I wasn't allowed out of the house on my own until I was about 16. I had a VERY long talk (or argument) with my parents, and explained to them they were destroying me by never letting me experience these things like other people. After that, they listened, and now I do things most teenagers do. Its quite amazing being able to experience the world properly, without parents trying to "protect" me.

so many others dealed with some of restriction. i did not relies this happpens on huge sclae. many of you said that you were foursed into special education even though you didnt need. my parents are actilly trying to put me on consertorship, even though I am more then caple of handing the little things and have friends who work with autism say i do not need convership.

My mum doesn't let me do some housework because she thinks that i am not capable of doing it.

My parents didn't. They actually tried to force me to drive when I wasn't comfortable with the idea.

The most in that direction I've had is my parents trying to get me on medication and convincing my counselors I have anxiety problems that I don't have...

No. My parents gave up on trying to control me and my behaviour. They largely gave up and let me do whatever I wanted to do. My intense stubbornness wore them down.

It's more that they didn't think I was capable of anything and I didn't try to do anything.

I remember being 12 years old and at camp and we had to do the cleaning ourselves. I had never done that before because people always did it for me.
I remember being 16 and saying, 'I will get a job this year' and my mum said I didn't have to worry about that. I'm 25 now and still don't have one. Mum always shot me down when I told her I had a job interview, especially in an office environment. "I don't think you'll be able to handle it."
Eventually I just told her bluntly, "Can you just allow me to fail on my own?" And she left me alone.

And now that I'm ready to move away I think I can finally feel some independence.

I'm not sure how things would have turned out if I had less protection over me. I was a clueless and innocent little child. I'm not sure whether the prolonged nurturing helped me or limited me.

My parents are sort of the opposite. They place restrictions on my all right, like "don't spend so much time on the computer, and if you going to stay on it, stop wasting your time and go do useful, like find some sort of way to make some money or something instead of playing games and posting on Facebook and stuff. You're a smart a kid, and we know you can do great things if you weren't so lazy and actually tried. " My parents goals are to keep me from being a lazy bastard, to be more than fully independent by the time I'm 18 or done with college or something, and to make sure I'm actually living up to my potential. I do have some other restrictions, but those are because my family is Mormon, not because I'm autistic. Some other people have tried to hold me back, but I'm so stubborn that's it's nearly impossible to restrain me, and if everyone else can do something I reckon that I can do it to, I will not disappoint and I will do my best to prove anyone who thinks I'm incapable of doing something wrong. I was in a minor special education program for a few years, but I was still in mainstream education at the same time, and I have since got out of all special education completely (I still have an IEP, but it doesn't do anything in it's current form except my parents clevery used it to force the gov't to pick the post they wanted). One of my favorite songs is "Scatman" because of story behind it. "If the Scatman can do it, so can you. " I'm trying to turn my greatest weakness into my greatest strength just as he did. "Don't let anything hold you back. "

My father seldom restricted me because of my ASD. My mother was never very involved in my life so she didn't care that much. I got my driver's license at 16 and neither of them stopped me from driving on the road on my own.