Thinking about words is a perpetual audio playing in the periphery of my mind. Given recent life events, “indifferent” has become powerful and is the perfect expression as I try to understand Garrett. It is my word of the summer.
Above is Garrett at the beach last week. He does not look indifferent. He is happy in the water, happy to be with his parents, happy in the beautiful day. He is fine in his new home, does not ask to come back to our house, he accepts, as far as he can understand what and where he is. Today is his first day in his new school. This is the closest we have to a “first day of school” picture for this year, but it is from last week.
First ran into the use of this word with frequency when Garrett was evaluated by yet another psychiatrist. To have a trainer come to the home to help us, the client has to have more than one diagnosis. He has been diagnosed with Autism and OCD. But this doctor came up with another which was spot-on. GAD. Generalized Anxiety Disorder.
We had no idea that GAD even existed, but when explained to us, man, did his habits become a lot clearer. Garrett “spooks” or is overly surprised a lot. He stims all the time. Frequent urination, morning nausea, muscle aches are also characteristic. And he worries about anything and everything. When an anger episode starts, it often is initiated by worry about death.
In the paperwork that accompanied the diagnosis, over and over again in the blanks following specific questions to him: “indifferent”.
Remember the movie “Rain Man”? I see that last scene over and over in my head in thinking about Garrett. The brothers discover each other, go on the road together, live together, experience good times and bad times. The younger brother is very emotional, angry, a heightener of experience. And at the end of the movie, Raymond is indifferent, unchanged by the last months. On the bus, going away from that intense family experience, it is as if it had never happened. He was in the moment and indifferent to what had happened.
I for one, see Garrett’s new life as small, routine, repetitive. I see what he could have here were he not violent. His own room, his computer, a swimming pool, the freedom to run. Probably better food, but not sure about that. Seconds, for sure. Ice cream cones. But Garrett is indifferent to these changes. It is difficult to imagine. It doesn’t matter one way or another.