Nonfunctional. This word drives me nuts.
I’ve seen it used to describe autistic behavior in the context of “nonfunctional routines” and “nonfunctional play.”
Raise your hand if you think your routines are “nonfunctional.” I will happily concede that my routines are inflexible and specific, even weird and inexplicable at times, but nonfunctional? No way.
My routines have purpose. Without them, I risk becoming paralyzed or adrift. My carefully organized life goes all to hell. The plants don’t get watered. The dog may or may not get fed. I forget to shower. I get anxious about what’s for lunch before I’ve even finished breakfast. I spend too many hours happily chasing after this idea or that, forgetting that the rest of the world exists.
In the absence of routines, I just plain forget to do things. I drift. I perseverate and spend way too much energy on the blizzard of little…
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