The Secret Lives of Autistic Nuns: Unveiling the Hidden Spectrum Within Monastic Life

Jaxon Wildwood

Updated Wednesday, April 24, 2024 at 12:00 AM CDT

Do you ever wonder about the untold stories of medieval nuns? It's statistically impossible to believe that there weren't nuns on the spectrum. In the depths of monasteries, these extraordinary women lived amidst their fellow sisters, completely unaware of the gaze of admiration and envy that surrounded them.

Take, for instance, Sister Margary. With her peaceful and content demeanor, she became the embodiment of devotion in the eyes of her fellow nuns. They marveled at her unwavering dedication during prayers, her serenity shining through even the longest sessions of devotion. Little did they know that Sister Margary's mind was occupied by a whole different world.

In the quiet solitude of her repetitive daily routines, Sister Margary found solace. The monotony of her meals, the comfort of knowing exactly what to expect, and the blissful absence of unnecessary chatter became her sanctuary. While others would be consumed by envy or self-doubt, Sister Margary remained blissfully unaware, immersed in her own thoughts.

The world inside Sister Margary's mind was a vivid tapestry of imagination and wonder. She reveled in the beauty of her rich internal landscape, where the realms of her favorite books came to life. Her mind's eye transported her to fantastical worlds, where she slayed angels and embarked on heroic adventures. It was a place where she truly felt at home, far away from the pressures of the outside world.

It is undeniable that monasteries and nunneries provided a safe haven for individuals who didn't fit societal norms. The acceptance and understanding found within these walls allowed for the inclusion of those who were gay, lesbian, asexual, autistic, or neurodivergent. While some establishments turned a blind eye to "special friendships" and allowed individuals like Brother Joseph to hum away while sweeping the floors, others were not as compassionate.

Autism, a term coined in 1910, was initially used to describe severe cases of s*****phrenia, individuals with fantastic fantasies and hallucinations. However, in the 1960s, the definition changed drastically, almost becoming the opposite—a label for those who did not fantasize at all.

Reflecting on medieval times, one can't help but imagine the allure that the monastic life held for those on the spectrum. The absence of worldly possessions, the abundance of quiet contemplation, and the opportunity to delve into mythology and the depths of their own minds made it an enticing prospect.

As we navigate the complexities of our modern world, it becomes evident that the pressures of today's society are unearthing more cases of spectrum disorders. The rapid pace, the constant noise, and the overwhelming crowds make it harder for individuals on the spectrum to find peace and tranquility. Sister Mary, with her ability to focus on tapping cheese wheels for half a year or spending hours lost in her thoughts, had a much easier time in a simpler era.

So, let us not forget the hidden spectrum within monastic life. The autistic nuns who walked amongst their sisters, blissfully unaware of the admiration and intrigue they evoked. Their lives were a testament to the power of acceptance and understanding, reminding us that there is beauty in embracing the differences that make us who we are.

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Denare

I think that's how the monks made cheese. "Are you telling me you had to check this every day for six months, for hours at a time, without anyone else around just to ensure it was all fine? It just sits on a shelf covered in cloth!" "Uhh, yeah, because umm, y'see, it's a secret process. No one else must know."

FiftyShadesOfBroccoli

I'm sure there were plenty. Convents and monasteries served as dumping grounds for anyone who was deemed inconvenient, such as neurodiverse or mentally ill individuals.

iamthemanwithnoname

I don't mean to be obtuse but you sure are acute-e.

S****ycabbages

What my mom called my brown study, where I looked serene in repose others took as a resting b**** face. Meanwhile, I'm vividly hallucinating with my mind's eye that I am inside the fantasy worlds of my favorite books.

MuttleyMutterson

I have often dreamed of the life of slaying angles.

ilazria

Monasteries/nunneries were a place that gay/lesbian/asexual/autistic/neurodivergent/the simple-minded could find a place. And that place wasn't necessarily the best fit for everyone. And some were run by awful people. But I bet there were a lot of small ones that had some blind eyes turned away from "special friendships," and people just let Brother Joseph hum away while methodically sweeping the floors.

acuteavocado7

as someone who knows they have autism: i didnt realise the rich internal imagination was part of it. u learn something new every day

modrob

"...wooing angles!" What an acutely obtuse thing to utter.

daojones75

While I’m sure some of this is true (spectrum people being explained away as “simpletons”, possessed, or taken by fey folk), it’s also worth noting that the world is way faster, louder, and crowded nowadays, and those environmental pressure are surfacing a lot more spectrum disorders than you’d have seen back then. Sister Mary had a lot less to multitask on back then, so tapping cheese wheels for half a year or spending hours spacing out was probably a lot easier with fewer distractions.

Snooj

I bet bricklaying is a good profession for that, too. "So you want me to do the same exact motion for five thousand bricks in a row? Yay!"

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