A
big part of today was doing an interview with a lady who contacted me about my
son and his violent behaviors and how that affects me as the Mom. It was a hard
interview. She is gathering evidence as her doctoral thesis to do something
about this difficult situation families find themselves in dealing with
violence from children on the spectrum. She wants to help. I appreciate that
and that is why I patriated though it is probably the hardest thing for me to
just sit down and talk about.
She
stopped me part way through and observed though she was asking questions
directly about me, I kept filtering everything through the perspective of my
son. I spoke with distance about myself in trying figure out how I felt about
all of it. I pushed into third person when it was really difficult. That made
me think about how my son has a preference for third person speaking too. It
was an “aha” moment of understanding him and myself better.
Autism Inside Out
I
am used to observing you
All
you do
Picking
apart
Your
art
Your
heart
Where
things for you start
What
is or isn’t
What
does or doesn’t
And
how to proceed
I
look at how you lead
Where
you go
Things
you tow
How
you know
What
you do
If
you’re blue
If
I have a clue
Sometimes
I really don’t
I
don’t know
Where
to go
How
to find
What
to do
Or
what you need
You
are still a child
Sometimes
mild
Other
times not
Many
times we have fought
Not
like others do
But
with a shoe
That
you throw
To
hurt me
More
of that is with fists
Or
hits or kicks
I
tire of it
So
do you
We
hope it stops
Or
drops
Far
away
Where
we can’t get to it anymore
A
far distant shore
We
can’t even see
How
free!
Yes,
let us gaze
At
one another
Till
we know each other
Not
to study
But
to memorize
How
each part works
The
many quirks
The
jerks
The
unsteady walk
The
balk
The
time we are unsure
Let
us not focus on cure
But
growth
And
promote
The
love we seek
Through
our speak
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