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Tonight my husband and I were chatting before bed, and I was sort of chuckling over some of my childhood behaviors. For a few minutes my husband said nothing, then promptly announced that I had "
destroyed" our son, who is six and has autism. "
You gave it to him," he whined in his best, "Why me, Lord?" voice. "Why'd you want to have a kid if you knew you were like this?" Thing is, I
didn't know I was "like"
anything, other than ADHD (which my spouse knew), at the time. I guess if someone had cornered me and started asking about my childhood the fact that I was strange might have come up, but at the time I attributed everything to ADHD. It wasn't until my son was diagnosed that I began to re-examine my childhood. Still, my husband kept glearing at me, wearing his nastiest
you-ruined-everything face.
So, it's 1:40am and I should be asleep but I'm too pissed to lie anywhere near the p***k. Besides, the sound of his nasally, snort-y breathing wigs me out even on a good day.
1st thought that came to mind: What a bastard! God aid you both...
2nd thought that came to mind: Maybe the stress of life got to him.
3rd thought that came to mind: Talk to him the moment he wakes up. Be there when he's awake, and discuss how that kind of attitude is not going to help
anyone, especially not your affected son. You made half of your son. He made the other half. There's also the generally held statistic that autism is 4 times more prevalent in males than in females (which I despise, as I'm a female Aspie and I hear all of this whining about autism being a boy's syndrome). Bring up the fact that it could have been the combination of his Y chromosome. It takes two...
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I'm a freak, and I'm a loser. If I disappeared from the face of the earth, nobody would notice.
Well, welcome to the freak show. If it makes you feel any better, we're in a freak circus and I have the cage next to yours.
As for the day, I'm feeling a 4. I want to find my apartment keys in this world of instant gratification (and instant fines...)