Let us celebrate the milestones when they happen (even years later).
Let us smile.
Let us laugh.
Making friends for my daughter that is on the spectrum is not an easy task. After four months of living in a new house (with a neighborhood with tons of school-aged kids), she came home asking if she could cross the field across the street of our house to go see her friend Zack.
Me: “Is he in your class at your new school?”
Me: “Is he in kindergarten, like you?”
Her: “No. He is older.”
Me: [panicking] Well, let me walk with you and meet his parents. Let me get your brother’s and sister’s shoes on.
Her: “Mooooommmm. I’ve known Zack forever.”
Me: “Forever? You are five.”
Come to find out. My daughter went to the same special education preschool as Zack. He is only one year older. They were paired together during specials because they both have Asperger’s.
Yay! My daughter made a friend.
My husband and I took our two boys to a restaurant that had a large fish tank with people seated on both sides. Not two minutes after we sit down one of our sons starts pointing and screaming, “Look, look! (points in the fish tank) I see big mamma! The mom on the other side of the fish tank wasn’t amused but everyone else was. Little did she know that my son was merely pointing at the largest fish in the tank. He assumes that since that fish is larger it must be the mom to the smaller fish. – Heidi
Trevor and I have had two conversations together, two nights in a row. For those who don’t know Trevor, he has Autism and his speech is very limited. He does not chat. He expresses his needs only. For two nights now, we have had a back and forth discussion about one of his Thomas trains that he was playing with. He is almost eight, and this is an enormous milestone. This is way better than anything in an Easter Basket. Happy Easter to us. – Becky
As a special ed teacher, I should know not to use figurative language when speaking to a child with Asperger’s. However, the other day I turned to my messy student and said, “Go wash your hands in the toilet.” A few minutes later, I found the child on their knees washing their hands in the toilet bowl. I felt so awful I personally scrubbed the child’s hands and arms in the sink with water and soap.