Showing posts with label autism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autism. Show all posts
Sunday, 22 February 2015
My Son Has the Autism. This Is Some of the Shit He Says.
My son, Trent, has the autism. Or more specifically he falls under PDD-NOS, which stands for Pervasive Developmental Disorder - Not Otherwise Specified. I say he has the autism and not that he is autistic because it is something you have, not something you are. There is no need to be defined as a person by it. He is what they call "high functioning", meaning he goes to regular classes at his high school with only a few minor adjustments such as having a longer time to write class tests. He also has a learning disability called dysgraphia which makes it difficult to put his thoughts down on paper with writing, so he has a laptop with a very cool voice-to-text program on it. This way, he can simply tell the computer what he wants to say and it writes it all out for him. He has friends, but often misses social cues (but hey, don't we all sometimes?), and doesn't like to be out in public for long periods of time.
He has this unique way of thinking that tends to make me think as well. This was one of our conversations late last year when he texted me from school:
Trent: If I ate myself would I become twice as big or disappear completely
Me: Good question. you wouldn't become twice as big unless there was another one of you. You wouldn't disappear completely because you'd die half way through eating yourself, but then if you survived it, you'd have to shit yourself out
Trent: But I wouldn't disappear so there would be nothing left but my mouth because my mouth can't eat itself
Me: Right
Trent: But then there would still be the parts that I ate so I don't really know
Me: You'd die of blood loss before it was just your mouth left
Trent: But if I didn't die
Me: True. You can't eat your own mouth. You can't double in size though because it's still the same amount of mass. It won't double.
Me: Is this for class?
Trent: So nothing would really happen
Trent: No I was just curious
Me: I love the way your mind thinks
Trent: Thank you
Yes, that's right, I thought there had to be an actual reason for his line of questioning but he was just wondering. These are some of the other things he says to me:
-If I punched myself and it hurts, am I too weak or too strong?
-If you think about it, birthdays are like a satanic ritual. Think of it this way, a small gathering of people huddled around an object that is on fire (the cake), chanting ritualistically a repetitive song in unison (happy birthday) until the fire is blown out and the knife is stabbed into the object
-Fingers are weird, they are like your arm splitting off into smaller arms
-What if when you put on a shirt your belly button screams because it's afraid of the dark
-I wonder if the Romans called their buddies "Romies" instead of Homies
-I was thinking about when I played with plastic dinosaurs as a kid and I realized that plastic is made from oil which is made from dinosaurs from millions of years ago. So technically the plastic dinosaurs are made from real dinosaurs
-What if pop cans are alive and when you take one from the pack and open it, you're snapping its neck and drinking its blood in front of its family?
-Every book you have ever read is just a different combination of 26 letters
-How do your eyebrows know when to stop growing?
-In the Pixar intro who do we just ignore that the lamp murdered the "I" and then looks at us as if he was going to say "You'd better not say a f*cking thing or you're next"?
And my personal favourites:
-What if the only reason we can't walk through mirrors is because our reflection is blocking us?
-What if oxygen was like a drug and everything you ever saw is a hallucination?
-What if we are all characters in a book and when we forget what we were about to say, it was the Author backspacing
I'm not sure if it is the fact that I'm a grown up, or the fact that he has the autism, but I sure wish I thought the unique way he does more often!
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
The Crazy Guinea Pig Lady
| Baby and Flipper the fish |
I eventually bought a pet carrier. Not the kind that you
carry around by the handle (although we have one of those too), but the kind
that you strap onto yourself like a front ways backpack so you can carry your
pet around with you. I would walk up to the school with my guinea pig to pick
up the kids after classes, even though I got some rather peculiar glances from
people. I say glances because it seemed that no one actually wanted to look me
straight in the eye. Regardless, I displayed Baby proudly for all to see. My
oldest son, who is 13, asked me to please, please, PLEASE not bring the guinea
pig to school again. I was EMBARRASSING him. I simply told him that guinea pigs
need fresh air too, and there was no way she could walk the 1km round trip on
her leash….oh yeah, she has a leash….so she had to be carried. I continued to
further tell him that I didn’t think it made a difference if I carried our
little pet to the school as he generally pretended not to know me when I was
there picking up his younger sister anyway, to which he replied, “Exactly.
Because you do shit like carry a guinea pig around with you.” And you know, I
couldn’t really argue with that. He said that people would start calling me
“That Crazy Guinea Pig Lady”. I told him that would be cool, but if that were
the case I should wear a tiara with my new name on it, and also something about
being Ty’s mom….perhaps on a shirt….just so everyone would know we were
related. He mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out and walked away.
In the beginning my mother, who called Baby “That Rodent”,
wouldn’t even come in the house if she was out of her cage having some floor
time. But just the other day I caught her going right over to the cage and
asking Baby how she was. She is a fully integrated part of our family now, and
tomorrow I am driving 200km round trip to rescue another guinea pig from
another SPCA branch. This girl has been there for almost two months and is four
years old, which is late middle age in guinea pig years, so I’m worried that
she might not find a home as easily as some of the younger guinea pigs. I just
know the two of them will be best friends!
**UPDATE** I got Cordelia from the animal shelter yesterday,
where they were fascinated that I would drive so far for a guinea pig. We were
introduced to her and she was calm and sweet, and thinking they would be a
perfect match, I took Cordelia home so that she and Baby could be lifelong
friends. When I first introduced them I put them in a large open space in the living
room, and there was a distinct air of female indifference. Then Cordelia hightailed
it directly into Baby’s favourite little cubby in the living room and the
indifference faded. There was a lot of bum sniffing which progressed to pushing
each other out of the cubby. Eventually poor little Cordelia was attacked, and
it appeared that Baby was going directly for the jugular. My mother likened it to two women in one kitchen--it just doesn't work. *Sigh* so much for
the lifelong friendship. They are
currently sharing a large cage with a barrier down the middle so they can’t get
into a girl fight. I’m still holding out for the bonding to develop…….
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