Whitterer on Autism

“What does it mean?”

“What does what mean?”

“Suffering from Moose Wings?”

“I think you mean mood swings.”

I have just been reading this fiction novel and I think you might like it too.  I plan to harass the author for more information in a most shameless fashion.

Any first hand experience of stalking?

Want to share?

There must be lots of grandmotherly types, who track down and snare young men.  Right?  Oh right, I’m not a cougar:-

More of a Tiggy Winkle:-

But, far more dangerous with those prickles.  Watch this space.

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There seem to a lot more of them lately.  Maturity means a fresh perspective.  Things which used to be invisible, are now noticeable.

In the kitchen, after dinner, he takes his dirty plate over to the machine.

“Why is it called that?”

“Why is what called what dear?”

“This thing, why is it called a death wisher?”

“It’s not, it’s called a dish washer.”

How refreshing to find the story of an autistic girl for a change?  Not that this is the first by any means, but there are certainly fewer.  Here we read about Elizabeth, who is non-verbal, and how she learns to communicate through her poetry, which provides a staggering insight into the complex and super-sensitive world that many of our children experience.

It is also the story of a journey of faith, about the comfort of prayer, the search for health and a cure, if only to learn and understand the true healing power of acceptance.

Together, they provide inspiration to others to stay strong, keep trying and find joy in the small victories.

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We have lots of words these days.  I find many of them very amusing.  Just the other day we were off to a holiday party with friends.  I spent the twenty minute drive there prepping my peeps:  what to say, what not to say, things to try and do, and a much longer list of things not to do.  It’s familiar territory, a mom’s diatribe.  I include handy tips, like, “it’s okay to ask someone’s name if you’ve forgotten,” and “the best way to get what you want is to ask and use your words.”

So when we’re half an hour into the merriment, my son seeks me out to ask, “what is the name of the dominant female person of this household?”

The hostess loved it.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“What’s a pilated birthday?”

“Do you mean pileated?”

“Don’t know.”

“Where did you hear it?”

“Some said it to me today.  Happy pilated birthday.”