In this post I would like to discuss why those of us on the Autistic Spectrum often engage in an interest or pastime with, what’s often seen as, an abnormal intensity. In a future post I intend to explore the definitions of ‘hobby’ and ‘special interest’ and explore the liminal area between them. For now though, I think it’s important to examine the various roles our passions have in our lives.
Once I started to examine myself as an Aspie I began to have flashbacks and spontaneous insights into my behaviours and motivations, and recently these have included the various roles my ‘passions’ have had in my life.
Over the years I have had many disparate interests; playing the guitar, keyboard and bongos; yoga, tai chi, mosaics, local history, photography, Karate, motorcycling, woodwork, PC maintenance and repair, upcycling, writing, knife collecting, knife throwing; and on and on and on. With the exception of knife throwing and collecting, most of these interests would be considered normal but the time, effort and money I lavished on them certainly would not have been.
It’s fair to say that I don’t just have an interest in things, I become obsessed with them, gripped by them. This has often led to both positive and negative consequences. It is only fairly recently that I have begun to realize the various functions these interests have had.
Psychologists, like Tony Attwood, have identified the various uses special interests can have (Attwood, 2007, pp. 182-188). They include the following:
- Blocking thoughts
- Promoting relaxation
- Creating order
- Raising self-esteem
- Providing a source of pleasure
- Providing a refuge
I will explore these in more detail and offer my experiences of each.
Thought Blocking
I don’t believe that this one is unique to those of us on the spectrum, when anyone engages in their favourite hobby they are literally, ‘putting their mind on something else.’ It’s the intensity of effort and extremely narrow focus that makes our engagement with our interests different.
We narrow our attention down to a microscopic level. When your peering through a microscope you can only see that small part of that small slide you’re focussed on; you’re oblivious to the rest of the world.
For example, when I was heavily into woodworking I would often get ‘sucked in’ to auxiliary activities. When I started to make picture frames, I had some difficulty making accurate mitre joints. I couldn’t tolerate the most miniscule gap in the joint and obsessed for weeks looking for ways to make the perfect joint.
I poured over books from the library, gaped at hours and hours of YouTube videos, made countless jigs and bought expensive mitre saws: I missed meals, was regularly late in picking my children up from school and resented the slightest interference with my ‘mission’. This, as you can imagine, affected my relationship with my wife. However, while I was in the thick of it, my anxieties faded and I felt energised and alive. Over the years of caring for my wife I have learned to ‘zoom out’ when I have to but it is still a struggle.
Promoting relaxation
Everyone’s hobby relaxes them, surely? Of course it does. Our interests our no different, but the intensity and frequency with which we engage with them is. Our interests are compulsions; we are driven to do them. The benefit to us from an increased sense of relaxation and mental ease as well as the thought blocking aspect propels us to engage exponentially with our interests. We therefore experience what feels like a positive feedback loop, an all too convenient escape hatch. We are stressed and so turn to our interests, the stress increases and so we turn more frequently and with more focus to our interests and so on. Unfortunately, every time we jump down the safety hatch we find ourselves increasingly further away from the reality of our own lives. While this isn’t necessary a bad thing, if we are not careful, we can lose touch with reality for extended periods of time. I think it’s fair to say that most of us on the spectrum have problems managing our escapism. Of course our interests are more than mere escapism.
Creating order
For those of us with ASD, the world often appears to be an illogical, disparate and confusing set of processes, environments and behaviours. It makes perfect sense then, that we try to impose some order on this anxiety producing matrix. Consequently, our obsessions often perform a vital role in codifying apparently diverse experiences. We so often use our interests to impose logic on an essentially illogical world.
So many of our compulsive pastimes involve creating and discovering patterns, adopting (often restrictive) routines or cataloguing and listing various phenomena. This can be as main stream as playing, or creating code for, computer games; or as obscure as cataloguing every make and model of vacuum cleaner since it’s invention in the early 1900’s.
In all of my interests, some of which are mentioned above, there has been a strong codifying aspect. The one which illustrates this the best is my second flirtation with mosaics. I was first exposed to mosaics as a decorative technique when I was making picture frames and clocks. When I was in the throes of a serious depression years later, I decided to try mosaic as a purely artistic pursuit. I underwent the normal intensive research process, which led to the creation of a file that catalogued the various types of tile, substrate, adhesives, flow patterns, design principle as so forth. I made a second file just on design principles and designed and created my own light box. I made one mosaic. One. Looking back now, the joy for me was in the systematizing of information. I couldn’t figure how to negotiate the arena of small talk, but I could create a highly organized mosaic ‘world’. I was good at something, and that made me feel good; at least for a while.
Boosting Self-esteem
Perhaps one of the most significant roles that our interests play in our lives is to boost our self-confidence.
Over the years, many people with ASD internalize a lot of negative beliefs about themselves as a result of their social difficulties. We receive the message, sometimes overtly stated, that we are social failures, misfits or oddities. It’s not so surprising then, when these epithets become generalized within our minds and we become to see ourselves as abject failures.
A method often used by Aspies for dealing with this self-limiting belief is to compensate for our social deficits by using our special interests. We expend inordinate amounts of time, money and commitment on them until we feel that we are not simply good at them but expert at them; being recognized for this expertise is an important source esteem and confidence.
When I am in the midst of a deep depression I often yearn to ‘go deep’ on a subject to remind myself that my problems being around other people shouldn’t define who I am. Unfortunately, being a carer, I often don’t have the time and commitment to do this. This leads to a terrible tearing of my mind: it’s literally pulled in two directions at once. I will come back to how being a carer can intensify things in a future post. The point I want to get across for now though is this; deep, meaningful learning is a vital source of self-belief.
Up until my Forties I was convinced that I was a stupid person because I couldn’t do those things that seem so easy and natural for other people. I simply could not understand people, how they moved so fluidly together. It seemed as if everyone else knew the dance;, they knew the moves of the dance, they knew what clothing and footwear to use, they knew how to start a dance and finish it. When I started an Access to Higher Education course at my local University I realized two things. Firstly that I really was awful with interpersonal relationships but secondly, and more importantly, I was good at working with concepts and ideas (at least on my own).
At the end of the course I was the highest achieving student for that intake. Despite this I couldn’t attend my awards ceremony. I could not have coped with such an assemblage of people. Consequently, I decided to study as an undergraduate with the Open University, a highly regarded distance learning provider here in the UK. I passed my first two modules with distinction and received an academic prize for my first. Sadly, the UK government cut the funding for higher education at the same time as my wife’s illness deteriorated so I never got passed a Certificate of Higher Education. Never-the-less, those three years of study were the best three years of my life. Spending Saturday afternoons in the University Library felt like bliss to me. I felt valued and appreciated like never before.
Since my study has ended my mental health has eroded. Despite trying to boost it with various voluntary work and interests it has remained an issue since. I know realize just how much of a confidence builder engaging with the right activities can be. There is, however, one particular function that our interests perform that is often overlooked.
The Pleasure
For those with ASD, engaging deeply in our interests lights up the pleasure centres of our brains like virtually nothing else. There are three things that all Aspies love:
- Going in deep on a subject
- Developing expert knowledge, and
- Mastering a new skill
These areas coalesce superbly when we are actively engaged in our obsessional interests. It’s vital that neurotypical people understand just how much joy the ASD population receive for interacting with their chosen interest. While it’s important that we don’t get lost in them, it’s equally important that our access to them is not blocked or our, already precarious, mental health will invariably suffer.
If I was to summarize all of the above aspects of our obsessional interests as well as those that there has not been time to investigate I would simply say:
Our Interests are our refuge
For those of us on the spectrum it is not simply a matter of, ‘any port in a storm.’ We need a very specific room, in a very specific ship, in a very specific part of the harbour (close to the toilets but that may be just my preference!).
Put simply, when we are deep in the midst of our interests; disturbing thoughts are dissolved; we a more relaxed; we can make better sense of the world, we literally feel better about ourselves and we are genuinely happy. But it’s not all plain sailing.
Managing our Interests
Our interests can get out of control. Precisely because they provide such a reliable buffer from a bruising world we are apt to abuse them; like diving on board the lifeboat at the slightest swell in the pond. We can feel so battered by a world that doesn’t understand us that we yearn for the slightest sense of self-worth.
During my most recent bout of depression I started to clamber after a raft, any sliver of jetsam to keep me afloat. Craft activities had worked well for me in the past so I searched frantically for anything that would grip me, no matter how limply. In the end it was a guy making a leather belt on You Tube. Quite why I was caught in the rough embrace of leather work of all things I can’t answer even now.
Soon, I was in the initial throes of passion and pouring over hours of You Tube, scouring the internet for tool recommendations, learning the finer points about tanning; and on and on and on. I spent a small fortune on the best quality tools, leather, threads, fittings etc. I was determined to make this one pay so I kept a list of every purchase so I could recoup the cost through selling leather goods on Etsy and the like. I created a wonderful file illustrating the best way to sharpen tools, the best leathers, threads and so forth for a particular project. I spent every spare moment learning how to hand-stitch, cut, burnish leather. I even made my own stitching pony. I missed meals and even the odd shower to create time for my ‘passion’. Ultimately, I made two belts. Two. One for my son and the other for myself.
Now, my tools loom over me, in the custom-made holders I created for them, on the top shelf of my bookcase as I write this; a constant reminder of the consequences of obsession. In the end I will have to sell them on eBay at a loss so that I don’t have to look at them anymore.
Since then I have been very wary about allowing myself to ‘go deep’ on anything. As my depression and anxieties have worsened I have taken to this blog again as a way of trying to understand why I end up being trapped by the various patterns of my life.
In terms of managing special interests this is what I have learned:
- Use a cooking timer with an irritating alarm to break up the time you spend engaged in your interest (you’ll ignore it at times, but it can help you to break off).
- Set yourself a budget, know what you can realistically spend on your passion and be strict with yourself, engage someone’s help with this if necessary.
- Set yourself a clear schedule for eating, sleeping, cleaning your room or home etc.
- Use your passion as a reward for doing the above necessities.
- Try to include a social element into your interests; meeting people with the same passion could spark a friendship, but if not, you are still getting out of the house.
If you take some basic steps to manage your interests then they need not be guilty pleasures. You can enjoy them, revel in them and not endure a ‘reality hangover’ afterwards.
I will leave you with a recent experience that illustrates well some of the points we’ve discussed in this post.
I am still in the midst of a deep depression and, I imagine, have been quite difficult to live with lately. After finishing the first draft of the post I had a huge argument with my wife. I stormed out and headed, on autopilot, to the library where I spent the next three hours reading random books on local history in a trance-like state. I honestly don’t remember much about the books that I read. I think I simply used them to zone out, to block some of the psychological pain; they were my port in the storm.
What are your obsessional interests and what roles do you feel they play in your life? Please feel free to comment below.