The Eve of Things to Come

So, it has been a wonderful and bizarrely surreal life in the last few weeks since I last posted.
The book “Dead Souls” is at full tilt and I now have 2 signings coming up. The first is on October 29th at Barnes and Noble in Jefferson Point in Fort Wayne. I’ll be there from 10-5.  Then on October 31st, I will be at TCB Games from 2-5. That’s in the Five Points Mall in Marion.

As you can tell, it’s been a pretty busy month. We’ve also been trying to negotiate all of the crap that my ex left behind when he kicked my son out. It’s not been fun. However, there’s been a bright spot. I am reasonably sure my ex is dead. He had to send me a refund check and I’m pretty sure that had to of killed him. I hear the lovely black hole of injustice that is Delaware County has a refund check for me as well. So that leaves a little over $1000 left unaccounted for. I hope they figure that part out soon.

We have an appointment with Vocational Rehabilitation on Monday, so hopefully that will solve some of these immediate issues. My son is slowly getting used to the idea of being autistic again. I think it was the cookies that attracted him. (As in, come to the dark side, we have cookies.) This is a big step for him, coming back around to a world where he’s okay for just being the wonderfully great guy he is. In a way, it is revisiting the dark side, I suppose.

In other news, we are finally getting a daughter off the payroll, in a sense. We were lucky enough to have the Best Buy guy’s oldest daughter meet a really great guy and he planned an elaborate scheme to propose. He actually wrote her a song and made sure that all of her family was there. It really was amazing.

In the course of the evening, I found out that I have garnered a fan that I didn’t even know I had. Apparently, that comes with the territory. It’s interesting to have people tell me that they read my blog. Frankly, I never know what the right response to that is.  There must be some neurotypical socially correct way to respond, I’m just at a total loss for what that might be. The other part of these large gatherings is remembering all the rules and being able to apply them. First of all, it’s a room full of strange people that I don’t know all that well, and being acutely aware that I am the only social weirdo there. It’s difficult having lots of people introduce themselves to you and being unable to remember anyone’s name because their faces all look alike to me. Then there is the idea of conversing with them. What a freaking social convention nightmare. What do you say? When do you say it? How long a pause is normal? What do you say in response to things? I swear I am completely overloaded just trying to keep all the social conventions in my head and then remembering that I must supply an answer that is congruent to the conversation. Just typing it, makes me want to throw up.  The only way to describe it all is: exhausting.

Then there was this small nightmare of introducing people and explaining to the future son-in-law’s mother how all of these people fit in with each other. Imagine the nightmare of explaining not-kid…whew I narrowly avoided that!

Look forward to some Halloween topics and updates on the planning for the insanity of NaNoWriMo! It is only 16 days away!

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!