Another Cub moment, we are reading Sleep Book by Dr Seuss before bed last night. He gets upset because the characters aren’t real animals. I reply “this book is pretend.” He gets quiet, looks confused, stares hard at the book for a minute and says “it looks real to me.” (Meaning the actual book not the story)English is so hard for literal minds.
This came up as a memory on my Facebook from four years ago. Cub is twice the size but nothing about the story has changed. Language is so hard for him. We have to be so thoughtful about the words we use, what they mean, what they imply, and how they could be interpreted.
It’s our normal. Problem is, it’s annoying in real life. I went away on a girls trip this weekend. We talked endlessly. It was amazing. Except- I spent the whole weekend basically saying, “Precision of Language.” (Read The Giver) and “clarify your pronouns.”
Annoying. Right? 🙄 My normal has changed. I am now wondering in what other ways I have tried to immerse myself in my son’s autism to clarify and enrich the world for him.
As I reflect, I have already noticed many other ways. He’s one odd example. (They are all odd).
Someone recently asked “anyone know where the area code 727 is?” I immediately responded with “St. Petersburg Florida. More specifically, I believe it’s Panellas County.” What in the hell!? My grandparents live in St. Pete so I kinda knew it from that but not enough to offer it up as a firm answer to a question. The reason I knew it with such conviction is that Cub likes area codes. When I encounter a new area code I remember it for him. When I can answer his questions and have conversations about his interests I feel more connected to him.
So basically, I’m learning how to autism. I didn’t even notice. Wish me luck! 😁