Journeys with Autism

Don’t worry: I’m not obsessing about death.

In fact, I’m planning on living on planet Earth for another fifty years. I figure I’ll need at least that long to understand my life and write about it. It’s a good plan, don’t you think? While I don’t discount the indisputable wisdom of the Yiddish saying, “If you want to give God a laugh, tell him your plans,” I know that God will make an exception for me. How do I know this? It’s simple: I’ve communicated my needs clearly, I’ve come up with a sound plan, and God knows, I need predictability.

So, while my tenure here on earth is assured, I often wonder what will happen after my soul departs my (101-year-old) Aspie body. In fact, over the course of my lifetime, I’ve had a number of theories on the subject, all of which I will now impart to you.

1. Ages 4 to 9: Don’t ask because you can’t know.

This theory came courtesy of my mother after I asked her about God. I’d heard this “God” word from someone, and I’d wondered what it meant. Here’s how the conversation went:

Me: “Mommy, who’s God?”
My mother: “God created everything.”
Me: “Okay. So where’s God?”
My mother: “God is in everything. God is in you, in me, in the air we breathe, and even in the kitchen table.”

[At this point, I have my first mystical experience. I can feel God in every molecule of the air, very close to me, but not crowding me. Then, I look at the kitchen table, and it's radiant with light.]

Me: “Who created God? And who created the God that created God. And who created the God who created the God who created God?”
My mother: “Don’t go there. You’ll drive yourself crazy.”

For nearly every other moment of my childhood, my mother was an ardent atheist without a spiritual bone in her body, so I’ve always considered this conversation to be the product of some sort of Divine intervention. In addition, despite the fact that my mother had not been taught anything about Judaism, she somehow communicated one of its core tenets to me: the absolutely unknowable mystery that is God. At that moment, I grasped that not only was God a mystery, but that everything concerning God was a mystery, including the question of what happens before birth and after death.

2. Ages 10 to 12: We’re born, we suffer, we die, and that’s all there is.

This theory also came courtesy of my mother. It’s the core tenet of that good old-time religion called “Jewish atheism.” Yes, trust me, Jewish atheism is a religion. Sometimes, it’s called “secular humanism,” and sometimes it’s called “democratic socialism,” and sometimes, it’s just called “Get your Bible out of my face and allow me to make the world a better place than I found it.” In my parents’ case, it was called “We’re just a bunch of molecules bouncing around the universe with no purpose whatsoever.”

3. Age 13: I am definitely going to hell, and it will be very, very painful.

This particular stage in my thinking came from a televangelist whose name I can’t remember. Why was a nice Jewish girl like me watching a televangelist, you ask? Well, my parents always watched the Billy Graham Crusade on TV. They didn’t watch it for the spiritual content. They watched it rather like anthropologists who have no respect for their research subjects. I can remember my father, in particular, being appalled by the spectacle of fear being used to elicit faith. My parents detested religion, and to them, the Billy Graham Crusade was a prime example as to why.

But somehow, all the fear-mongering got to me. One night, while I was lying in bed, I turned on the little TV I’d gotten for my birthday and found a station on which a televangelist was preaching. He said that whether your sins are big or small, it’s all the same to God. If you don’t accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you will burn in the everlasting fires of hell. However, if you do accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior, every single sin will be wiped away for all eternity, and you’ll never have to worry again.

Oh my. I did not want to burn in hell. Definitely not. And it all seemed so easy: I could become a Christian, and all my worries would be over. I was a very worried little Aspie, so the deal sounded good. There was one catch, however: I was Jewish, and I was pretty certain my parents would throw me out of the house immediately if I became a Christian. 

So, for next three weeks, I spent most of my time obsessing over every small thing I had ever done wrong in my life. (I hadn’t lived very long yet, so my recall was quite good.) When I was finished with the backlog, I obsessed over all the little things I was doing wrong in the present, many of which I probably wasn’t even aware of yet. And then, of course, there were all those things I might do in the future. It was overwhelming. The more I thought about the inevitability of screwing up, the further I descended into a state of abject misery.

One Saturday morning, at Hebrew school, I told my friend Caryn what was going on with me, and she miraculously lifted the burden from my shoulders. Here’s the conversation:

Me: “The televangelist says I’m going to hell if I don’t become a Christian.”
Caryn: “You’re not going to hell.”
Me: “How do you know?”
Caryn: “You’re Jewish. We don’t believe in hell.”
Me: “You sure?”
Caryn: “Yup.”
Me: “Okay. I feel better now.”

4. Ages 14 to 22: “It’s not worth thinking about. After all, I’m immortal.”

5. Ages 23 to 33: “I want a husband, kids, and a career. I simply don’t have the time to spend worrying about what happens after I die. I’m too worried about what’s going to happen while I’m still alive.”

6. Ages 34 to 40: “If I’m a good person, I will have everlasting life (whatever that is). If I’m a bad person, I will simply cease to exist altogether. That wouldn’t be good.”

7. Ages 41 to the present: “I will be reincarnated many times, in many places, depending on what I learn in each lifetime.”

There is a Jewish belief in reincarnation called “gilgul,” which basically posits that we return to this earth many times in order to make things right from a past life or to help others along their life paths. This particular philosophy appeals to me tremendously, because it explains so much:

a) Why some people do so much evil and others do so much good. What can explain the fact that Adolf Hitler and Mother Teresa once inhabited the earth at the same time? Are some souls simply born evil and others simply born good? No, that can’t be. If we’re hardwired to be good or evil, then there can be no free will and no morality. So, perhaps, Mother Teresa had been reborn thousands of times and had learned profound wisdom along the way, while Adolf Hitler hadn’t been around much and was therefore operating under a series of extremely dangerous delusions.

b) Why I got born into my abusive family. It took me a long time to work this one out, but I’ve come to feel that I actually chose my parents. That does not mean it was okay that they were abusive, or that I asked for it. It simply means that my soul might have seen the potential lessons to be learned through them (without knowing the details), and that I decided that I might as well give them a try. I’m also thinking that if I were as impatient in the spirit world as I am in this world, I may have been getting restless with the whole “being between bodies” thing and acted rashly.

c) Why I’m autistic. Maybe in a past life, I was a smug neuro-typical person who thought I had all the answers. You can’t learn anything that way. So, I came back as a periodically smug autistic person who more than occasionally thinks she has all the answers.

Hey, I’m doing my best.

Of course, I don’t really know what will happen. I guess I’ll find out in the afterlife. Or not. Who knows?

© 2009 by Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg