I’ve been inspired. A friend just started a blog using the ‘ol ABC writing prompt trick. Her posts are short and sweet. And frequent. Not too frequent, but way more regular than mine lately. Like many things go, writing begets writing. The more you do it, well, the more you do it. And more writing is a good thing. For me, anyway. Not necessarily for you. <wink> So, here we go.
A is for Autism.
So much for short and sweet, right? Ha.
My oldest son is six. He has been reading for 2 years now. He loves words. He is constantly reading over my shoulder, picking up books, magazines, navigating media and interpreting warning labels. His curiosity keeps him asking what things mean. In two years, he has surely seen the word ‘autism’ written in a zillion places in our home–book covers, blog posts, journals, web pages, articles, supplements. He has certainly heard the word in conversation. And yet, not one. single. time. has he asked about the word.
Does he have some sense that the word means something about himself? Could it be possible that he inquires about every other word except this one intentionally? It’s impossible to know, of course. And yet, I know the questions will be coming soon. I can’t say how I know this, but I do.
I’m not worried. As far as I’m concerned, autism is just a way to describe the results of a “brain interrupted”.
“Some things are easier for you than for other kids AND some things are more difficult for you than for other kids, ” I’ll say. “Your fantastic brain understands how machines work better than many other people AND your brain finds playing with other kids tricky sometimes. ” “When you were a baby and your brain was growing so fast and there were so many important things to learn, we missed some of those important things.” “And because your brain was too busy to learn those things when you were a baby, we do things together and play special games to help your brain learn them now.”
The cognitive-developmental, family-based program we use is not easy. We work at it every day. Just like everything else that matters. The road is long. Sometimes narrow; oftentimes rough; surely paved with equal parts hate and love. But we all hold hands, stick together,take it step by step, and do our best to enjoy the journey together.