Welcome Back to the Land of the Not Quite Right: Or We Missed you and we’re all autistic here!

What a difference a day makes! Or perhaps it’s really just the effort of one girl who loves my son just exactly the way that he is. In all his oddity and weirdity, but extremely awesome wonderfulness.

Yesterday he tells me that the girlfriend and he have been talking about “the Asperger’s thing”. Turns out that she found a checklist and decided that he was everything on the list. I just wanted to shout, “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you!” Of course, when you’ve been told for four years that it’s not okay to be something, you get gunshy about saying it out loud. So, I’ve just been my normal self and showing that I’m okay with it. We all need models for behaviours in this world. So, my living everyday to the best of my ability, whether it’s a stimmy day or not, shows other people that autism is a spectrum and that if we learn the appropriate strategies, that it doesn’t have to make us “suffer”.

In the middle of all of this, I had to tell my son that there are resources available to him. He was amazed. So several calls to several agencies later, he has an appointment at Voc Rehab and I have a little clearer idea of what we need to do to get him in to services with the Bureau of Developmental Disabilities.

So, we went from I’m crazy and don’t know what’s wrong with him because Dad said so, to some divine intervention from a girlfriend and an acceptance for him. He may not be totally convinced, but at least, he’s willing to accept some help.

This to me is like watching the strobe light explode. I feel like I won a gold medal, an Oscar, and got voted president for life all wrapped up in one! We’re on a road and now we are going along! So, dear readers, cross your fingers, and let’s all hope that someone in the state of Ohio gets it, and realises what’s going on with him and helps him!

Everyone needs a little help sometimes! I just am glad that he came to me finally, because I don’t know where he would be right now without it. I have a sneaking suspicion that I would not have a living son, and if I did he would be extremely pissed off about it!