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So I have been avoiding brushing my teeth, for about 6 months. It’s just a thing I haven’t been wanting to do. At all. Tonight though, I got fixated on it and wouldn’t quit for like 20 min. So my teeth are clean!







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So often our students just want us to understand their feelings before we charge into the "solving & helping" phase.




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I’ve never been a 15 year old boy. I always enjoyed fiction. While literal-minded, I did not have as much trouble working out what people meant as the protagonist in The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mike Haddon. I also could never be termed as “gifted”. At least, not after primary school.

Maybe I have as little proper reference to this than the non-autistic writer. Can I actually review a book based on its merits as a representation of Asperger’s if I never presented in the stereotyped way?

Because there must be (definitely are) kids like Christopher, the protagonist.

With my limited grasp of what it is to be another person, can I actually criticise the portrayal without seeming tone-deaf?

Hmm.

On page 46 now.

I’m supposed to read a book that touches on the experience of fatherhood this month, and an autistic friend suggested “The Curious Incident of The Dog in The Night-Time”. Ya know, the one about the aspie boy.

I’m looking at the back of the book now and…

…I’m sort of sceptical.

Will attempt to review when I’m done. Apart from this one friend, I haven’t heard much positive feedback from the community on this one.

On the subject of autistic mythology, I’d like to share a fairy tale I heard today. I believe this is the source (youtube video, German language), but I’ll try and retell it from memory:

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When Thaïs arrived home, her dad seemed to have just woken up, opening the front door slowly like a bear coming out of hibernation.

“Hello sweetheart, nice day at school?”

“Dad, your hair looks like an old, abandoned nest!”

“Ah… alright. Thank you for that.” He smiled at the elderly lady waiting by the door. “Thanks so much for picking her up. Thaïs, did you say thank you?”

“Thanks!” She shouted, kicking off her shoes and running down the hallway and into the living room. A second later, the brash sounds of children’s cartoons could be heard.

“I’ll uh, I’ll let you get back to… you know.. thanks again, yeah?” He gave the old woman an embarrassed smile before closing the door.

In the living room, Thaïs was sprawled out on the sofa, legs propped up on a pile of pillows and her head over the edge of the sofa, so that her body was more upside down than right side up. This was how she watched her cartoons when she came home from school. This angle added a little interest to the episodes she had already seen multiple times - reruns seemed to be the norm on these channels. She wasn’t too fussed about following the meagre plot, prefering the visual stimuli and the often hilarious sound effects. Between episodes, the channel showed mindless adverts, and she always had her snack during the first break. Milk and a slice of marble cake.

“Ten more minutes and then it’s homework time, OK?”

She peeled off the layer of marzipan from her cake slice, saving it for last.

“I don’t have homework today.”

“Well, I’d like to work a bit on your reading. Your teacher lent us that really nice book with the animal tales, we can read it together.”

“Sorry, no can do! Maybe next time?” Thaïs was gripping her slice of cake so tightly, it was being reduced to crumbs in her fist.

“Honey, that script isn’t going to work on me. Look, we don’t need to read for long, just ten or fifteen minutes, and then you can go play.”

“Play what?”

Her father sighed, and she knew it meant she had had a moment. She wasn’t entirely sure what it meant, but she had heard the lady at the clinic talking about these moments with her dad. They were not good, and they made grown ups sad or mad. She thought it best to change the topic.

“I almost punched Reese today, but I didn’t”, she said.

“I… OK… Well, good! Well done. I’m glad you controlled yourself.”

“He kept whistling. It was so annoying! I told him to stop, and he did it again. I was about to ram my fist in his face but then I heard a siren so I had to cover my ears. So I couldn’t use my hands, see?”

“I see. Well, I hope that if you ever feel like hitting him again, you can remember that moment and stop yourself. Maybe pretend you hear a siren.”

“Pretend sirens don’t hurt my ears.”

“No, I guess not…” He sighed again, and added quietly, “I guess we need to work on it.”


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So we’ve got nowhere to go but because 1)we technically havena home (even though we don’t feel safe there) and 2) he isn’t nphysically violent we’re “low risk” It’s nearly impossible to get help.

Fuck whoever came up with thid system

S/o to my parents for being so patient with me even though you didn’t know why it was so hard for me.

The half a dozen different methods you tried over two years to get me to be able to ride a bike

Homeschooling me so I could learn my way because I wouldn’t have been able to succeed in a traditional school

Listening to me when I said something was too overwhelming

Buying books about disorders that barely existed at the time so you could understand me

Never punishing me for something I accidentally did wrong

Your works have not gone unnoticed and you both are the reason I can succeed in the world today.

Happy Father’s Day (and late Mother’s Day)