Late Bloomer by Clem Bastow
Throughout her life, Clem Bastow went through periods of intense obsession with dinosaurs, musical theatre and professional wrestling. Fresh out of school, she threw herself into music journalism and feature writing, outpacing just about every other freelancer on the scene. The unwritten rituals of contemporary dating were an anxiety- inducing nightmare. Like many undiagnosed autistic women, Bastow absorbed the rules of neurotypical behaviour and learned to perform them as a coping mechanism. The stress of this ‘masking’ resulted in cycles of burnout and meltdown until, at age 36, Bastow was diagnosed as autistic. This diagnosis clarified her past and changed her present. It also brought into being this moving, highly readable memoir. ‘Memoir’ only describes part of the story, though. It’s also a finely researched history of autism and its diagnoses, a passionately argued piece of advocacy, and a hilarious nostalgia trip through Melbourne in the early 2000s.
Towards the end of Late Bloomer, Bastow articulates what feels like a thesis statement for the book: ‘To me, the past isn’t a foreign country so much as it is a parallel dimension that exists alongside my current reality.’ It’s a well-timed epiphany, as it aptly describes the narrative structure and emotional journey the reader has experienced over the course of the memoir. Only a writer with Bastow’s warmth and intelligence could stitch together seemingly disparate topics (such as the dark history of autism diagnosis or the life-affirming dependability of a McDonald’s cheeseburger) into a satisfying narrative whole. But I took this as precisely her point: there are no disparate topics in her experience of autism. Childhood memories, vivid sense impressions and movie quotes interweave and inform one another, revealing the wisdom and humour that furnish Bastow’s internal world. An insightful and moving debut.