A Letter To The 14 Year Old Me

Almost three years ago, I walked into the office of my therapist. I sat down on her couch with my wife beside me and I took a long deep breath and slowly exhaled, waiting for some answers to my 36 year-long question. After what seemed like a life time, she grabbed her clip board and glanced over the multiple assessments we had completed in the weeks prior. She then looked up at me and uttered the three words that I had both worried about and wanted to hear; “Autism Spectrum Disorder.”
Over the last two years I have been learning more about autism and more importantly more about myself. At times the journey into the past has been perplexing. Other times the journey has been painful. Ultimately the journey has ignited a passion for sharing my story, serving others, and speaking words of hope and encouragement for those who also walk this path.
One the most interesting and educational parts of my journey has been the time spent reflecting with my family. According to my mother a teacher once told her

Lamar is very smart but there is something wrong with him and I can’t quite figure it out.”  

I never heard her say those words. In fact, I never heard most of what people said about me or around me, but I felt it. I felt it so strongly that the smart but somewhat difficult, awkward, and puzzling kid went away around middle school. What surfaced was a frightened child who created a phony image because I desperately needed to survive a world that my brain wasn’t built for and a society who thought I was strange.
My grades began to plummet because while I didn’t always know what to do, I learned what I should not do if I wanted to fit in. Don’t be smart. Mask your intelligence. Pretend to be someone else. Nod and smile. Be “normal.” This was how I survived until I got to high school and it stopped working. My freshman year of high school I was kicked out of school for not going to class. If you had asked me why, I wouldn’t have been able to explain, but it was simply too much for my fragile young mind to manage.
I knew my strategy had to change. I had exhausted the energy needed to continue my façade of fitting in and I was failing miserably. At age 14, I turned to drugs and alcohol, a strategy that seemed effective at the time. The drugs and alcohol altered my mind just enough to help me behave like a “people person” and entertain the unreasonable expectations the world placed on me. The problem, it led me down a road that dead ends at the corner of lonely and lost.
Thankfully, I survived and I am doing well today. I have a great family, a career I love, and a pretty awesome life, but decades later I find myself searching for more ways to use my story, my experiences, and my past to point young autistic boys and girls in the right direction. I can’t change my past, but perhaps I can help change someone’s path.
If I had a chance to write a letter to the undiagnosed, brilliant but bullied, burdened, and burnt out young teenaged Lamar this is what I would say, and perhaps if you’re young and on the spectrum it may help you too.

Dear Lamar,

Let me cut to the chase. Everyone is right. You are different. It’s ok, embrace it.

Different DOES NOT mean deficient.

In fact, I’ve learned at age 38 that the only way to truly make a difference in the world is to be willing to be different. You were born to make a difference so be different.

Don’t aspire to be “normal.”

Trust me, normal isn’t working anymore and it hasn’t been working for quite some time now. The reality is that “normal” in many ways has been defined by the neurologically elite. The world is filled with different types of minds and maybe the problem isn’t being normal, perhaps the problem is with who has decided what “normal” means.
I know you’re only 14 right now, and fitting in seems to be the primary purpose in life but I have to tell you that the pursuit of pleasing everyone will leave an enormous void in your heart. It will also leave a void in the world. That void can only be filled with your unique voice, a voice that can bring change. So don’t aspire to be normal, aspire to be a leader.

Your voice has the potential to be bigger and broader then you believe. Your voice matters and because of it you can break down walls and barriers with a blunt force brought on by your relentless pursuit of your dreams.

I am challenging you to not just shatter the glass ceiling over your head, but to burn down the entire building and use the flames from the fallen stereotypes to blaze a trail that leaves your trials in ashes.

Allow the curiosity that comes so naturally from your autistic brain to capture your imagination. Use that imagination and curiosity to challenge the status quo. “We’ve always done it that way”, is not a reason it is merely an observation made by “normal” people. Always believe more in your potential than in the problems that people say you have. Dare to go first. Lead with conviction and character and be greater than their best excuse for you to fail. Your mind is beautiful. Your voice is powerful. Your purpose is wonderful.
Don’t settle for normal. Be great.
You (2017)

6 thoughts on “A Letter To The 14 Year Old Me

  1. Boujeeratchademic Reply

    Its amazing how many end up going years without knowing information like this that could have made life a tad more workable had it been known. It’s equally as amazing how you and others like you ended up making it through regardless. This was a great story to share and the advice is priceless

  2. Roxanne Reply

    I imagine your experience would be very inspirational to anyone diagnosed or raising a child with Autism. Thanks for sharing.

  3. thecolorofingenuity Reply

    My absolutely favorite part “Don’t aspire to be normal”. Thank you so much for sharing your story. I know this has the capacity to help someone. I pray you are given a platform to share, save and set free those who may suffer in silence!

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