I only realised that I was on the spectrum late last year but I have friends who have had various debilitating conditions both mental and physical and, as such, was introduced to the “Spoon Theory”. Gradually phrases entered my lexicon “out of spoons” “Me and my fellow spoonies” etc and I never really questioned it. I never really understood it either but it wasn’t for me to question someone else’s world view.
Then I got diagnosed autistic. Ok, no biggie. I’m still me! I’ve not changed overnight! I’m still the same old weird nerdy guy with his encyclopaedic knowledge of movies, an interest in word play and a penchant for math puzzles and Rubik cubes. I hadn’t been swapped for a shape shifting replicant from the planet Autismia! However, suddenly friends and colleagues who knew suddenly kept “giving me spoons” (not LITERALLY you understand) I’d have a bad day and a friend would say to me “Aw you out of spoons?” .. I’d have a meltdown and I’d be offered a break to “Regather my spoons” Spoons, spoons, spoons – they followed me everywhere.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not “dissing” spoon theory. I understand where it comes from. From Wikipedia
The spoon theory is a disability metaphor used to explain the reduced amount of energy available for activities of daily living and productive tasks that may result from disability or chronic illness. Spoons are a tangible unit of measurement used to track how much energy a person has throughout a given day.
Ok. I get that! It’s an arbitrary unit of measurement. Could be spoons, buttons, paper clips or bananas! I’m a mathematician. I’m used to arbitrary symbols representing numbers.
But to me, spoons made no sense. As a single home owner 15 years ago I had to buy all the mod cons for my new apartment. I bought cutlery. Never once did I feel depressed or worn down because all my knives, forks or spoons were in the dishwasher! If I ran out of spoons I washed some up.
I couldn’t get my head around the spoon analogy.
Then, a couple of days ago someone mentioned on twitter that they couldn’t get the spoons thing either. To them it was Jenga blocks. You have a tall stable tower of Jenga blocks. Everything takes a block away. Dentist visit? Remove a block! Meeting at work? Remove a block! Problem with the plumbing? Remove 3 blocks!! Over the course of a day the tower gets more and more precarious, full of holes and unstable. Eventually you have something that removes that last crucial block. It might be something mundane, like the sandwich shop running out of Tuna and sweetcorn mayo filling. Suddenly your entire tower comes crashing down.
I’ve never crashed into a heap over running out of spoons, but a tower of bricks falling into a chaotic heap because of a small thing happening is a much more appropriate analogy for me.
By all means, keep your spoons, forks, paper clips, pencils, umbrellas, coins, batteries, unicorn dust or Midi-chlorians. Whatever works for you! It’s all good.
For me, I’m all about the Jenga!
Now if you excuse me, I’ve got a tower to rebuild.