There have been a lot of changes over the last decade of my life, but one constant. I have been a victim of stalking and cyber-harassment (which is just a very specific form of stalking) for the last ten years. It started in Texas with multiple instances of the same man approaching me in person and online. It continued when I moved to Québec, though it is exclusively online for now.

As an Autistic woman, this stalking has made my life extremely difficult from an organizational and emotions-management standpoint. For about a year, it also made it difficult to get my Vitamin D. Victimhood is not easy for anyone, but I want to explain how being a victim of stalking is even more complicated for an Autistic person. I will explain how these events have affected me personally, illustrate how it affects my relationships to others, and discuss how the solutions that are available in society are not adapted to the needs of Autistic people.

One of the first recommendations you will receive when being stalked is to abandon routine and habits. It makes sense. If you use the same path to walk to your car at the same time everyday, then it is easy for someone to learn your routine and insert themselves into it. Same with, say, having a favourite bookstore.

On the contrary, one of the more famous quirks of Autism is our reliance on routines. We aren’t like this just because we want to be difficult; we need predictability to function. Surprises require more on-the-fly thinking, which is a common challenge for Autistic people. I am no different.

I need my routine to keep track of my keys, remember to feed my dogs (and myself), and to wake up on time. Without routine, I struggle with the basic-life organization that more normative people call “adulting”. I could not live in an environment where evasion was a daily goal. In the end, it felt like I had the choice between retreating entirely or living with regular, dangerous interruptions due to stalking. I chose to retreat to another country. It gives me room to breathe, but it still negatively affects me –frequently.

Another difficulty that’s somewhat unique for Autistic stalking victims is that reading the danger of a situation is very context-specific and can be confusing. Behaviour that makes sense to an Autistic person can be very dangerous coming from other people. For example, when I was bullied as a child, I kept getting up and repeatedly put myself in situations where I could have been rejected. Over practice (and some help from puberty), I developed the social skills that garnered me a minor, but peaceful social existence. For me, I respect when people try again and again, but in this case, it is not healthy nor respectful. That said, it took me years to recognize that I was being stalked because, to me, he was just trying really hard.

Before I even realized that I like being closer to the door than the people around me (I also have PTSD), I had ”played it cool” to the point that I was further into the laundromat than he was, making him closer to the door than me. In other words, I walked right into it. Keep in mind that this is Texas. It’s a violent place and he, later on, threatened my life. What sort of weapons or intentions resided in him? No one knows because, in my attempt to play it cool, I eventually got him talking. I learned that he was there because he was obsessed with me and he was moving away in a few weeks.

He had envisioned meeting me as a last hurrah. I have no idea what would have happened if I hadn’t pretended to want his number. Certainly he’s so unstable that even he doesn’t know what he intended if I openly blew him off. That said, the danger inherent in a “last hurrah with a woman you’ve been obsessed with for many years” did not occur to me until about a year after I walked out of there. My avoidance for the year after that event was simply my frustration with unexpected social interactions. About the same time I realized the danger I had been in was about a month after he started making unsolicited comments to me about having a gun. I was like a lobster in boiling water.

Strategies that don’t make sense on first impression

Another thing that affects stalking victims is that their strategies of stalker-management rarely make sense on first glance. Experts in the field themselves do not agree on how to manage prolonged cyber-harassment, so victims often have to make their own decisions about how they want to manage the threat.

I have years of evidence of his stalking and harassment due to my strategies, but it’s really hit-or-miss if I am able to explain the methodology to another person. When making my strategy, I just did not care how it looks to other people, so I allowed cyber-harassment on my public posts from a single Facebook account of his for one main reason: the harassment doesn’t stop when I block him and it’s easier to prove all the harassment is coming from the same person if I allow him one account that I do not block.

I’ve since abandoned this strategy because it was causing social rifts with people perceiving me as “letting it happen” or “wanting it”. Because I am on the spectrum, and because this factoid was public knowledge, people were highly critical of my management strategies, rather than accepting that I had consulted experts and built my own expertise. Ultimately, I just wanted good evidence to put this devil-on-my-back away for a long time and I did not care how other people perceived it.

Difficulty communicating

I’ve already hinted at this a little, but stalking is already a difficult crime to communicate because the danger comes from the fact that it’s not a single occurrence. Additionally, there’s some classical conditioning that happens. Not every act of stalking is sinister on its face. However, every act is a reminder that the sinister acts of stalking did happen, could happen again, and might escalate. What a stalking victim feels is not easily communicated.

…With police

If you’ve read this far, you’ve probably wondered if I’ve ever contacted the police. There may even be a few comments from people who didn’t finish reading this who are convinced that this would not happen if I had just contacted the police. Sadly, people’s reactions to this crime I experience are becoming more and more predictable to me. However, I did actually try to talk to the police about this crime. A lot.

There are significant communication differences between what police expect from a victim and what comes out of an Autistic victim. There’s a book and a lot of academic papers about it. In some countries, such as the UK, due to these differences, an Autistic victim can ask for an investigator to report to who is specially trained to communicate with Autistic victims.

I would love to see something like this in Quebec, as I’ve had mixed experiences reporting my stalker’s activity here. Sometimes they are very understanding, but one time I got dragged out instead of being allowed to report the crime occurring against me. As a result, I have a deal with my éducateur spécialisé where he goes with me to the police station to report my stalker’s more sensational threats.

I can’t imagine still having this problem in Texas, where I am from. There are no éducateurs/éducatrices spécialisé.e.s in Texas, but they should not be needed anyway. I am lucky that, right now, the stalking behaviour is exclusively cyberharassment, which is Criminal Harassment in Canada, a serious crime punishable by up to 10 years in prison. This lack of urgency, due to the distance, means that I can wait a few days after I receive an especially salient threat for my éducateur spécialisé to be available to go to the police station with me. If the threats were occurring in person, I would not have the time to wait and we would be back to the same problem. For a whole year in Texas, when the stalking escalated to in person contacts, I left my house as little as possible out of fear, cutting me off from sunlight.

While still in Texas, I tried interacting with the police through a very helpful women’s shelter, but they had no knowledge of Autistic communication so they did not really understand the problem either. It did not help that their funding comes from domestic violence grants and I never dated this man who is stalking me. Autistic crime victims need more than just helpful people, though they do help; we need specialized support when we go to report to the police.

…With friends and care workers

There are social challenges in just being an Autistic person, but stalking adds another layer. I often feel like I am on trial as a victim with the people around me such as friends, acquaintances, and care workers. There’s high stakes to strike the right tone with your victimhood/survivourness and absolutely no one to learn it from. This means that minor grievances, such as the way I give walking directions, can transform into full critique of my life, such as the way I manage my victimhood, quite rapidly.

Everyone has an opinion about how they would handle it if they were you. It’s hard enough to be a victim of a serious crime with heavy psychological effects on my person, but there is an extra layer that comes from people criticizing my decisions, good ones and faults, as everything is under a magnifying glass. This is an extra social challenge to negotiate. No one wants their decisions under a magnifying glass, especially as a result of a crime. As an Autistic person, additional social challenges can feel like an insurmountable mountain. It has been much harder to build my new circle of friends here in Québec as a result.

Sensory issues and communal shelters

Lastly, stalking victims are often pushed to start over in the shelter environment. This is because starting over is very spendy, but, even when you’re not disabled, stalking conflicts with generating income. The emotional experience of stalking is another weight on your “adulting” skills and the act of stalking often interferes with employment. Thus, the free shelter enters.

But there’s a huge caveat. Autistic people can be too sensory sensitive and socially different to survive in communal environments (without other Autistic people).

While some shelters can place a person in a private room, crowding and understanding are barriers. Most shelters do not recognize the specialized needs of Autistic people well enough to accommodate them. Personally, I could never have started over if I hadn’t been especially good at crowdfunding and then also had some seriously lucky outcomes. One time, when I was a homeless new arrival in Trois Rivières, the CLSC paid for me to stay in a cheap motel for the weekend and then placed me (and my dogs) in supported Autistic housing the following Monday. This was especially lucky because I had nowhere to go, crowdfunding was in a lull, and staying at the only shelter in town was also not an option. One of the many reasons why I volunteer my writing to Autism House is because they are aware of the Autistic community’s specialized housing needs and their goal is to eventually provide it. I think that will save lives we haven’t even heard about yet.

Overall, stalking is a difficult crime whether or not you are Autistic and this review of our unique challenges as stalking victims is not intended to downplay other stalking victims. It is always hard and there is always someone who has survived worse. Before the 90s, neither stalking nor Autism were widely recognized, but the confluence of the two has some unique traits that, frankly, suck. Every year, both issues gain general awareness in the global zeitgeist. I hope that this work can make a meaningful contribution to both as well. Please share!

When I first heard about the corona virus it was in late January 2020. I didn’t think it would become a worldwide health crisis though. Going through all the different opinions and concerns of people online and offline was pretty worrisome and a bit scary. For a person who likes to obey the rules and tries to be part of the solution and not the problem like me, living in downtown Montreal is not that easy.

When people started to react and go crazy with shopping, like pretty much everyone else we jumped on that train and got some reserves in case of emergency. Now I feel I have enough toilet paper to last me forever, I have some in my car, at my parent’s place and in my apartment. Because I live in a 3-1/2, I don’t have that much space and our fridge is like a ¾ size one, so it’s a bit hard to keep frozen and refrigerated foods. But we did it and we stacked up on non-perishable and cleaning supplies.

With the news being not that specific when COVID was beginning to spread, saying wear a mask, don’t wear a mask, businesses are closing, etc. It is hard to have confidence in whoever is giving advice. Like anybody, I have my own belief and opinions, but I think if everyone follows the rules it would go a lot faster.

Self-containment wasn’t that hard as I lost my employment in mid-January and didn’t have to go to work. Although, since so many businesses are closed, trying to network and find a job is pretty hard right now. Especially since I’m trying to pivot my career into something I actually might enjoy. I spend most of my time looking online for opportunities, writing music, updating my website, and taking little courses on Udemy in creative arts and business to help me jump in this new tech world we’re in.

Since I’m very busy with my hobbies and projects, my days fly by. I put in around 12 hours a day without seeing the time pass, then I eat and relax with a tv show. I can repeat this for a long time without feeling the need to go out. I know it’s not the best, but I’m working on it. I wish the gyms were open as I’m in need of some good exercise.

On weekends I like to go to my parent’s place on the south shore. We use their backyard to see them while respecting the mandatory distances. We relax, enjoy the sun and make my dog Joey play and run.

Living downtown Montreal, I see people walking all the time even when COVID was at its worst peak and city-wide restrictions were in place. It made me realise how many people are different from me and really have the need to get out, or maybe some people just don’t care. Parks were full, tickets and fines were handed out to people not obeying the rules. I can understand if someone doesn’t have hobbies or is not taking courses or not working, they can go a bit stir-crazy, I wouldn’t know what to do all day if I didn’t have my projects.

I find that this is a perfect time to put everything on pause and reflect and learn something new, we don’t have that many chances in life to have that much time. Of course, I’m talking as a person who doesn’t have kids, I can’t imagine what someone must go through with kids in an apartment in the city.

Now stores are opening bit by bit and measures are being taken to enforce people’s safety. The lineups in Montreal are getting very long and it’s hard to stay at 2 meters from everyone when there is so much construction. At this time, I think everyone is being careful, but only time can tell what’s going to happen.

With self-confinement, the digital world got bigger, video chat apps such as FaceTime, Skype, Zoom, Google Hangout got a lot of attention and made everyone jump on the tech train and learn a few things at the same time. Some are working from home and are still on top of their game. I think a lot will change after the corona virus is over, the way we live and work.

I go out to parks now, sit on the grass and relax with the fresh air. It’s a nice change since the beginning of social distancing where we were being discouraged to even go to parks.

I feel that people on the spectrum think more about the consequences, it gives us more stress and makes us a bit more careful. I don’t like hospitals; I try to avoid them. In my 38 years, I had one blood test and I was alone with the nurse at a private clinic. I hate needles (even if I have tattoos, it’s not the same thing). It’s the pulling out something from my body that stresses me a lot. So, there’s chances that with Covid I might have to go to a hospital, and this is what I’m trying to avoid. With all the stories out there, some people were very sick, and some were not, it brings out a defence mechanism in me that I’d rather just stay away and be in control of my environment.

I don’t particularly know what’s going on in other people’s head, or what their thoughts are, but sometimes I wish I could just care less and enjoy.

It’s time to start going back out, being inside for a long period of time makes it easier for triggers to appear. Walks, healthy food and exercise is a good way to help stay in control. Step by step everything will get back to normal and “things will get better”.

Waiting, amid the jealousy. 

Loads of watery tears!

Wanting and yearning for normalcy.

Keeping a wound for years.

Maladaptive truancy, lapses as time goes by, 

And losing patience wavers me and calms my angry sigh.

I understand sadness as it permeates my soul!

Taking away my potency and never leaving me whole.

Masking my feelings of worthlessness leaves me alone, full of regret,

Feeding my insecurities, taking time to forget.

‘Twas the ignorance of well-meaning people who started this charade!

That speaking words equals intelligence and fear led their parade.

Autistics who don’t talk have plenty of words to say.

I know as I am nonspeaking and wrote this here today.

Longing to say to hurtful looks, that I am not a freak!

Painful to many of us; forward and bleak.

Look at us, as love leaves lasting memories.

Love creates presence in awesome trajectories.

May people who don’t speak, learn to pursue answers, leaving the toll behind.

Making the leap into kindness, promoting inclusion for humankind.

That includes all of us, you and me.

Making the trip on this loving journey worry free.

The reward is already here, taking fearlessness into our hands.

Preparing for a life worth living; being proud and taking a stand!

Good times are ahead and the world is ready to see,

That nonspeaking autistics, speak their minds differently.

My name is Matthew McGrath and I am a non speaking autistic. I use a letter board to communicate. I am 18 years old and I live in Quebec. Advocating for the rights of non speaking autistics is my main focus. Making a difference in the lives of non speaking autistics leaves me always pushing forward. I am longing to lose the stigma that we are not competent and intelligent people.