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! 😁
Cub’s school has a run fundraiser every year. Last year he got overwhelmed after four laps and sat on the pavement with his hands over his ears.
This year, I went too! My mom came as well. We took turns walking the laps with him. He got to 11!
We ran into some issues because Cub, never one to miss a science opportunity, found a crack in the pavement which cued up an entire science lesson on how water expands when it freezes and moves anything in its way.
He also taught his Sheba about typhoons, and land to ocean ratios.
After he finished he got chocolate ice cream! His favorite. 😋🍦
Tonight Cub asked me how old his brain was because he feels it doesn’t match his body.
Today he met a 6-year-old friend with the cognitive capacity of a one-year-old. Rather than thinking any less of the other child he began self-reflection. Without prompting, He quickly shared with me that he isn’t the same age as his body either.
After he asked, I shared his cognitive age with him (based on IQ testing). His reply was that he and (friend) are the same because they don’t fit their body.
I spend so much time explaining to adults how the autism spectrum works- they are all different but their challenges are similar- but Cub gets it.
I wish I could claim some credit for his insight but he’s lightyears beyond me.
Disturbing. Cubs therapy was just applied to Trump while watching the news.
C: Why is our next president yelling so much?
Me: He is not our next president. He wants to be.
C: He said he was.
Me: 😔 Presidents need to be calm and kind. (These are therapy words we use with Cub to deal with explosive or irrational behavior)
C: He is not calm or kind.
Me: No, he is not. He needs to use his calm down breathing before he talks and think about his words before he says them.
C: That way he doesn’t hurt people?
Today’s question from Cub was “what is a soul?” This kid keeps my mind racing.
I said it’s all your thoughts and actions, everything that makes you uniquely you.
I feel like I’m going to have to defer to Siri from this point forward.
Cub was given this assignment: take home this turkey and make him a disguise so he won’t get noticed and eaten at Thanksgiving. Cute assignment, right?
No. Not for my literal Cub. We sat down at the table to start the homework assignment. I explained. Cub looked at the paper for a while. Then said, “That turkey is paper. No one would eat that. That’s ridiculous.”
Ugh. So I bribed him with ice cream to turn his paper turkey into another animal. Parenting win!
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. 🙂