(Originally posted for The Voice of Heard on
January 1, 2013)
For over five years, I have worked part time at Goretti’s, a local
supermarket in my hometown of Millbury, with a minimum wage of $7.50 an hour.
Besides bagging groceries, my tasks also include sweeping up the
floor, putting baskets back into the lobby, vacuuming the lobby, removing
carriages from the parking lot, disposing of trash and cardboard into their
respective compactors, tending to the recycling machines, and returning
unwanted items to their respective aisles. Although I am capable of more
advanced tasks than this, I have not been able to bring myself to look
for a higher paying job that would make use of them. Even though I
have reading and writing skills refined from years of college, this
blog, and an increasing personal library of books here at home, there is
one obstacle that I have yet to overcome: communicating with other people in a
way that would allow me to make sense to those other people. That is because I
have my autism, a social psychological condition which makes communication
and social interaction among other people different from people without it
(generally referred to as “neurotypicals” in most autism circles) and decidedly
more difficult, which ranges based on severity. Most people diagnosed with
autism are generally unemployed because of their difficulty communicating with
other people and understanding unwritten social rules and norms which most
people take for granted. In my case, I still live with my parents even after
graduating from high school in 2006 and college in 2011. I generally depend on
them with college finances, driving, having a roof over my head, and so forth.