posted by Momo Fali on April 17, 2014
“Mom, can you tell me about the autism arc again?”
“Sure, buddy. Autism is like a rainbow. There are people like you, with PDD-NOS, who are on one side of the rainbow and the more autistic behavior you have, the more you slide across the arc. The kids on the other side of the rainbow have a harder time expressing themselves and their feelings, but they understand things just like you do. In fact, even though some of them can’t talk, they are very, very smart.”
“What type of kids are in the middle of the rainbow?”
“Well, again, they understand things just like you do, but maybe they have more tics; like flapping their hands or spinning around, or maybe they have trouble talking to other people.”
“Mom, I think I’m in the middle of the rainbow.”
“You do? Why?”
“Because of my tics. And I know most people aren’t like me, because I really love your double chin.”
posted by Momo Fali on March 27, 2014
One of the best things about having a 15 year old daughter is the way she keeps my ego in check. She’s very much like her autistic brother in the honesty department and between the two of them, I find myself mostly talking to the dog because at least she wags her tail in my direction.
Here are some recent conversations with my daughter:
“Mom, are you wearing eyeshadow?”
“No, why?”
“Because your eyelids are purple.”
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“What’s for dinner?”
“Pork and rice.””
“Oh. Is it good rice or is it your rice?”
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“Mom, your car smells like the elephant house at the zoo.”
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So, there you have it. I’m tired, I’m a lousy cook and my car needs to be cleaned. I won’t even tell you what she thinks of my new shoes.
posted by Momo Fali on February 28, 2014
“Hey, Mom. Look what I drew! It’s a rainbow monster!”
“That’s pretty cool, buddy. Is it…um…farting?”
“Yeah! And, you should see what it’s doing in the part of the picture I drew with invisible ink!”
posted by Momo Fali on January 29, 2014
As my 15 year old daughter came out of the bathroom last night, her 11 year old brother was waiting outside the door. When she entered the hallway, he jumped toward her with a loud, “BOO!” and scared the daylights out of her. I laughed. Mostly because she does her fair share of frightening people around here. Paybacks, dear. Paybacks.
I saw everything from where I was in my bedroom so I gave my son a thumbs-up and said, “Good job! You got her, but you’d better be careful because Dad scared me in that exact same spot when I came out of the bathroom one time and I almost pushed him down the stairs.”
He stared at me. “Really?”
I said, “Yes, really. I didn’t do it on purpose. It was just a reflex.”
And, the hearing impaired kid who suffered with belchy acid reflux for years said, “Ohhhh, I get it! So you burped and it almost knocked him down the stairs!”
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