3 ways I make grocery shopping work for me as an autistic woman: Because I don’t want to stop grocery shopping even though it’s hard

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After a grocery shopping trip, I like nothing more than to lie down on my living room floor and relax from the trip. I let myself feel the stress and release it.

Because grocery shopping is a challenge.

And I like challenges.

I sill remember my first grocery shopping trip with my own money. I went to Kroger with a list of ingredients from internet recipes. I thought I was prepared. By the end, my cart looked kind of empty but my running tally of the cost was getting too high. Something wasn’t right.

So I did what any good student does: I researched how to grocery shop. (I don’t remember what articles I found back then but here’s a recent one with excellent tips) After my research, I went back and eventually figured out what works for me.

Grocery-shopping is the one errand for the day

For a short period of time, I tried to “do all the errands” in one day. That included grocery shopping and going to the laundromat. I noticed how tired I got after but I thought that’s what it took to Get Everything Done. America runs on coffee after all, right?

I complained to my husband about it and he commented “Don’t do it on the same day.” And my first reaction was “I have to!” and then the next thought was “Can I?”

I could. I stopped trying to be like everyone else and my energy levels and mood improved. Even with a washing machine at home now, I still need to do these errands on separate days. Even with Instacart (thank you pandemic for forcing me to try this!), I still need to do them on separate days.

It’s what works for me.

Grocery-shopping during slow times

I don’t go grocery shopping on the weekends or after 4:30 PM because that’s when everyone else usually goes. I have the option to go earlier in the day so I do it on the weeks that I don’t use grocery pickup or delivery.

Grocery shopping with a weekly list and Often Used items list

I like to be in and out of the store quickly so having a list is essential. I don’t go to the store multiple times in a week, so I can’t risk forgetting to buy anything. I also keep a daily whiteboard list of items that are running low as a reminder to add them to the grocery list.

I also keep a spreadsheet of kitchen staples that reminds me of the things that I don’t buy regularly. Both of these lists give me that big picture and little picture view I need.

These are the main tips that help me to still enjoy doing the grocery shopping myself.

Why this autistic woman likes to go grocery shopping: Even though the trip tires me out more than 2 hours of dancing

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Why do I like grocery shopping when it’s so tiring?

I like knowing where things are.

I like walking into a store and knowing exactly where find things. Most stores have similar setups and it feels like I solved a challenge walking into a new store, hypothesizing where the lettuce is and being right. It’s like a personal game show.

I like planning exactly where to go

I make my list in order of where I will go. It feels like planning an elaborate heist and executing it perfectly. Bonus points for the grocery total being less than I estimated.

I like making my grocery list and categorizing each item in the right category.

I’ve settled on Vegetables, Fruits, and Other as category headings after experimenting with different ones before. It’s just enough level of detail without being too detailed.

I like seeing what’s new.

I prefer to shop at small grocery stores like Sprouts or Aldis. The space is small and has less people. It’s easy to roam the inner aisles and see what’s new on the shelves for gluten-free and other specialty products.

I like how the store feels during non-peak hours

I’ve always worked freelance or part-time so my schedule allows me to go to the store during slow times. There’s less people there and I can walk the aisles as fast or slow as needed and not worry about bumping into people or blocking their way. The store feels friendlier when it’s emptier and the lines are shorter so I don’t get as tired.

I now use Instacart sometimes to save my energy during busy weeks and it does help but comes with its own stressors. Like other people choosing brown lettuce for me because they don’t know how to pick fresh produce. True story.

(I may or may not be that person that leaves instructions in the chat on how to pick produce. Just in case. Why test my flexibility skills past their stretching point?)

The party that made me love parties: How I exchanged reading books in the corner for a spot on the dance floor

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If you attended a party with me before This Party, you would notice a book in my hand.

(Sometimes I had 2 in case I got bored of one and wanted to switch.)

You might ask “Why do you have a book?” and my honest answer would be “Because it’s boring to just sit around and eat. Plus I never know how long my family will stay before we can go.”

But then I was invited to a Hispanic graduation party with my sisters and this changed.

(I literally separate my party-going life as Before This Party and After This Party.)

At This Party, more than 300 people filled a large rec center that I would come to know very well. My sisters and I were invited by the graduation girl herself who we met doing volunteer work on a construction site. She was really nice and friendly so we decided to go. Plus, there would be dancing and, if you know me, you know I love to dance.

My memory clearly recalls the dimmed and colorful purple lights. I remember getting invited to dance bachata by a guy named Romeo (pronounced in Spanish). I didn’t know how so he taught me the basic steps. This repeated for each new dance partner and song. They taught me and we danced.

Not once did I get bored or wish I was reading a book.

After that, I was hooked. Fortunately, that invite led to an invite to someone else’s party which led to another and another as we met more people. I learned bachata, merengue, cumbia, salsa, duranguense, and new line dances. I went to baby showers and learned those could actually be fun too. Both the parents-to-be were there and people danced.

So you’re reading this and thinking “Okay, so you got to dance but what about the other stuff that’s hard for you? All the people? The groups? The noise?” Good questions.

Those didn’t bother me too much because I always knew what to expect at each party. There weren’t really any surprises. I knew the schedule and the social expectations before going.

The schedule

Before each party, the invite explained

• the time food was served

• the time dancing started and ended

• the style of dress

That meant we could plan to arrive early for food or come later just to dance. The order of events was the same at each party: dinner, dancing starts, cake/dessert, more dancing. It was typical to leave early after the cake was cut but it wasn’t impolite to leave even earlier.

Social expectations

If we came on time for dinner, I knew that first we would come in and leave our gift at the gift table. Then find somewhere to sit and say hi to anyone that we knew on the way. This included a handshake, hug or a cheek-kiss depending on who we greeted. Then we sat down and waited for the dancing to start. If we sat with other people, we could talk to them but we didn’t have to.

If we arrived late just to dance, I knew that we could skip a lot of hellos because lots of people would be dancing. This time we could get away with adding the gift to the gift table and then going directly to sit down and say hello to people we already knew.

For dancing, I had a script for new partners.

• What’s your name?

• Where are you from?

• How do you know [party host’s name]?

• Ask about likes/dislikes

And that was enough because we were busy dancing! If I didn’t want to keep talking, it was fine. I did worry sometimes about being boring but it never seemed to be a problem with the people who were as crazy about dancing as I was. And eventually, I ended up at the same gatherings multiple times with the same people so we continued past conversations and became party friends.

And when I wasn’t dancing? I watched the dancers to pick up new moves or sang along to the songs.

The pressure to talk? Eased.

I could move. I wasn’t stuck in one chair the whole time.

And the food was amazing!

I’m not saying the parties were perfect. I still masked to fit in with my hair and clothes and still got overwhelmed. But for the first time, I felt capable at a party and that confidence carried over to other gatherings I attended. I learned to navigate those events in a positive way.

And I didn’t have to bring a book with me everywhere I went.

(But I still had one on my phone. Just in case.)

6 Benefits of learning a new language as an autistic person: When communication struggles are an advantage

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Languages are the puzzle I can’t stop trying to solve.

I took Spanish for 7 years in middle- and high-school then ASL for 3 years in college. I scoured bookstores for Swahili dictionaries after meeting a family from the Congo. I tried to teach myself Chinese for fun one summer.

Languages are my interest.

After finding out I’m autistic, I realized the language-learning process actually helped me out all those years as an undiagnosed autistic kid and teen. Here’s a few benefits I’ve noticed.

1. I have a built-in excuse for being unsure of how to respond in conversation and for my slow processing skills.

New language learners aren’t expected to speak fluently, correctly, or understand immediately. I can take my time when answering and use the important phrase “I don’t understand.” There’s no stigma! It’s expected when learning a new language. Also, many people are glad I’ve taken the time to learn their language, even if it’s just a few words.

2. Memorizing appropriate answers to common greetings is normalized.

This is perfectly acceptable when learning a new language. Greeting rituals don’t always make sense when translated directly; they just are. Many autistic people script their future conversations and are already familiar with this concept.

3. It’s not odd when I take things literally or behave differently.

Learning a new language and culture means making mistakes. Most non-native English-speakers know this. When I show respect to them, they might laugh at first (because mistakes can be funny) and then will kindly explain what went wrong and help me out.

4. Educating myself on cultural norms is appreciated.

Each language comes with its own set of cultural expectations and norms to learn. Many monolingual Americans are surprised to discover language and cultural rules vary from place to place, from group to group but this never surprised me. It made complete sense and I memorized it the same way I memorized my own American and Southern cultural norms. And people noticed and acknowledged my efforts as showing respect for their culture.

5. People aren’t surprised when I’m quiet in group conversations.

When I sit quietly during group conversations, people assume I don’t understand what is going on and leave me in peace. Some will even kindly translate the conversation for me. Even better, they might slow down the conversation flow so I get a chance to say something.

6. A new language is a good way to try out different personalities.

Research has shown that people feel like they change personalities when they speak a different language. Why? Each culture views the world from a its own perspective and that’s embedded in the language. Learning a new language forces us to think differently. For a while, I felt like I had lost my personality so I could try out new ones with different groups of people. In ASL, I became more expressive. In Spanish, I was more direct.

Underneath the mask: When you can’t feel the fun in the moment, was it actually fun?

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Did I have fun?

Well I was out of my house on a Saturday with people my age.

It was past 6 pm. And we went to the square downtown where I know lots of people usually go to hang out on weekend nights. We ate tacos at a Tex-mex restaurant and laughed a lot. People kept looking at us and smiling like “Look at those young people socialize.” We must have looked like lots of fun.

So yeah, I guess they had fun.

Oh wait.

You asked if I had fun…

Hey, so weird question for you.

Do you just, like, feel that you had fun? Like you just get a feeling and know you had fun?

You do.

Huh.

Do I?

Well yeah of course, but for some reason it usually doesn’t involve other people. Other-people-fun requires more thinking to find the fun feeling.

(I’ve said the word ‘fun’ too many times and now it’s lost all meaning.)

The mental program always running in the background: The brain hard at work behind my quiet face

Sorry if you saw me and I didn’t say hi back.

I probably didn’t see you.

I mean, I’m sure my retinas recorded your presence but my brain had its world blocker up.

Oh, you don’t have a world blocker?

Well, it’s like an ad blocker, but instead of blocking ads, it blocks various sensory information from the world (depending on my needs).

Let me explain.

In a Crowded Area Setting

The crowded area setting is one of the strictest. This one lets in the general crowd ambience (because I find that good background noise) but anything more specific — individual words and conversations, the number of people around me, faces, identities — gets blocked out. I process a small circle of space around me, enough to not bump into people while walking (this no-bumping add-on still needs work though; I’ve read the reviews).

So your face in that crowd is just one of many and I need a moment to adjust the setting to recognize individuals.

In My Comfort Zone Setting

The comfortable person/place setting is my favorite but rarely used. It requires the least amount of energy and programming.

Conversation in a Noisy Space Setting

The setting for one-on-one conversation in a restaurant/noisy small space is a popular, often-used feature. The developers are always releasing new updates to reduce persistent bugs like other conversations drowning out the conversation happening in front of me, forcing me to read lips to know what people are saying.

Feeling Uncomfortable Setting

The uncomfortable person/situation setting has been in development for years and needs constant updates. It blocks out distracting sensations like the hot sun burning my skin and my own voice while I’m speaking. It also attempts to minimize my alarm at the possibly-negative facial expressions of others.

Dance Setting

The dance setting is only needed in serious settings. It blocks my automatic dance response to music. It’s not always 100% accurate but good enough. At the boba shop, I keep it at the lowest level. That playlist is way too good not to dance a bit.

Focus Setting

The focus setting may be the most powerful. Countless people have tried to bypass its auditory and visual blocking with no success. With persistence, the security will allow a little of the signal through, enough to lift my head up from my book or project and ask “Huh?”

But the blocker can’t filter out my automatic irritation and confusion from being interrupted, so please be patient.

Why I will keep trying to socialize in groups (even though it’s hard): An AuDHDer’s thoughts on group dynamics

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I have a theory. Certain people do not go together in groups.

It’s like coke and Mentos. Enjoy them separately and it tastes nice and refreshing.

But if you put them together? Oh no don’t do that in public where people can get splashed.

And then other groups are like lettuce and soy sauce and fish sauce and red pepper flakes and sugar and garlic and onion and green onion. I see the list and wonder: “What do these ingredients make?”

It makes Sangchu-geotjeori. Korean spicy lettuce salad. Delicious and refreshing with a surprising crunchy mouth-feel. A great random discovery while browsing YouTube one day.

And stumbling into a good group feels like that. A combination of people I never would have thought of on my own. A great random discovery I want to experience again and again.

But usually I am peeking out from the bathroom watching everyone get sprayed with the coke and mentos because I had a feeling this wasn’t a spicy lettuce situation.

How I define fun as an autistic adult: It's a bit different

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Unlike “How are you?”, the following question is easy for me to answer with advance preparation. And the question is:

‘“What do you like to do for fun?”

I don’t remember the first time I had to answer this question, but I have a childhood memory of answering “read, draw, write” to yet another adult inquiry and realizing how solitary all the activities were.

Later I thought: What do I do for fun? What is fun?? Existential crisis alert.

The answer I settled on (because it was true and showed I was ready to have fun) was “read, dance, and [insert another not-solitary activity for balance]”. I tucked this answer away in my mind to be ready to answer the next adult inquiry. I didn’t want to be caught off-guard like that again!

But I was.

I had to answer this question again earlier this year when my husband and I moved to a new church. And I realized I had no practiced answer anymore. It had been years since I had faced this question and I was unprepared. I mumbled something and threw the question back quickly.

Existential crisis commenced.

This led to the following events.

First, I tried to figure out the meaning of fun.

What is fun? Merriam-Webster.com says something that provides amusement or enjoyment….

Okay. What is amusement?

Back to the online dictionary.

To entertain or occupy in a light, playful or pleasant manner.

Hmm, so maybe most people are asking What do you do to occupy yourself in a light, playful or pleasant manner? But honestly, I do things that most people associate with heavy and serious moods…like researching the meaning of fun for fun.

So what I think people mean to ask is: “What do you do that provides enjoyment?”

And that’s usually activities most people associate with school: learning or creating. Alone. No other people to distract me with their people-energy. My chosen activity changes depending on my mood, the weather, the overall vibe of the day. It’s not static.

So what is my answer?

I like to learn for fun. And write. And dance (that’s still true).

I was inspired by this article by Jackie Schuld.

A Scary Story: Autistic and Undiagnosed: Social life as an undiagnosed autistic woman

Let me tell you a scary story.

There once was a girl, we’ll call her….Ada. She tried very hard to get along with people. She smiled and asked them questions and listened and paid attention to what they said. But when it was her turn to speak, guess what happened?

No one truly listened to her.

She expressed herself and later people would just ask her the same old questions or just go “Huh?” No one paid attention to her but they said she was great and they liked her and they were all friends.

It gets scarier.

Her friends all had groups. Their family group, their friend group, their study group, their hobby group. So many groups to belong to. Ada learned she must have a group too. And not just one group. It’s sad to only have one! One person must have many, at least.

So she found a group. And then another one and another one and another one…Ada had many many groups. And each group was full of people who said they were all friends. She’d done it. She had groups. She had friends.

But one day Ada didn’t feel well. Her throat hurt and she couldn’t talk. She went a whole day without speaking. Once she got better, she told her friend group how sick she had been. “No way, but you said the funniest thing the other day!” Ada made her eyes smile along with everyone and thought But I didn’t.

The next week she felt unwell again so she stayed home from her weekly study group to rest. The next time she saw the group, everyone was making cards for another member that had gotten sick that day.

“I was sick last week, too,” Ada commented, always looking for connections to others.

“No way! You were here last time,” they insisted and kept on making beautiful cards. Ada pasted a smile on her face and a sticker on a card and thought But I wasn’t.

After that, Ada decided to skip her next hobby group to see if this kept happening, if people kept forgetting her absence and assuming her presence. Was her presence an absence?

The next week, she waited for her hobby group to mention her absence or ask what happened.

Nothing. But maybe they didn’t want to be nosy?

Then another member walked into the room and everyone immediately looked up and asked “Where have you been?? You missed last week and you’re late today.” Ada looked up, an echo of the rest, and thought But I was too.

This is where it gets really scary. Are you ready?

Ada is human. She’s not invisible, she’s not a spirit, she’s not anything except a flesh-and-blood human female. She has a reflection. Light bounces off of her just like everyone else. But nobody sees her.

I told you it was scary.

Ada didn’t know what to do. She’d done so much already to find a group, be a part of one, really put herself in the middle so that the group always included her always. And this is what happened.

What do you think she did?

I’ll wait for you to think about it. Oh, you’re already done? What do you think she did?

That’s a pretty good answer. Well, I’ll tell you what she actually did. She kept going to her groups.

That’s right. She did the social math and calculated that not going would make her more invisible and more forgettable. So. She. Kept. Going. With the same friend group, the same study group, the same hobby group, etc. And nothing ever changed. Even worse, she never figured out that members would see each other outside of the group.

I warned you this was a scary story.