The one thing that my son is, is a part of me. When I was growing up inin the 70′s & 80′s I was different. I learned differently. I was in those class rooms where the special kids went. I went to the Read Resources Room and got extra help. I had a very hard time and studying. I still do to this day. I know that I process information at a different rate and process. It takes me time to think of what to say.
Like my son, I am also very hyper focused and cannot sit still for a long time. I see that in me and I see it in my son.
My son has some form of ADD oror something else. He was also diagnosed with . It’s on the ……
WHAT? AUTISM? WHAT? NOT MY KID! WTF….
Yup, that’s how I felt when I heard that. Right off the bat I got very defensive. I had family members asking me point-blank about Autism and everything. I had not a clue. What I Googled, was not the whole picture. The email lists that I got on scared the crap out of me. There are some seriously affected kids with Autism. What I have come to find out that my son is a very highly functioning boys with Asperger’s, that has ADD/ADHA. (Really it’s so mild with everything thrown in says he classified him one way just for insurance.)
So, my son is not normal. Whose kid isn’t. My son just learns differently. We need to watch what he eats, (SUGAR IS NOT GOOD!) and what his mood is like. There are complexities of what is normal to you and I that he does not get. Which I fully relate to.
I figure that if I had stayed in Boy Scouts and went through all the Merit Badges, I would have a lot more knowledge about everyday things that I just do not have. With my son, I know that this is going to help him.
Why am I saying all this….Not all boys are the same. Some learn differently from others. Some need extra help. Some just cannot help the way that they are wired. In the world of Scouting, learning about how boys think and operate is huge. If one can work with boys to find their potential, then that boys thrives.
With my son, we are still working at it. We keep trying many different things. Not all work. Not all days are good. There are some days that are just fantastic.
I forget about Aspergers, ADD & ADHA. I do not even think about being on the Autism Spectrum. However, I do realize that my son comes from me, and I realize that I am him at his age.