I stand quietly

This is written from the other side of my aisle so to speak. I guess one could say that I am lucky, as I am not at the same point in the spectrum as the author’s daughter, but there is no luck when it comes to having ASD. As someone that has to live in a world that isn’t always equipped to handle someone like me I want to thank the kind people out there that are like this mother. That are our lighthouse when we feel like we are lost at sea. People like her and like my wife are the only reason that people like me can even function in society today. Thank you.

Dirty, Naked & Happy

I stand quietly while you do somersaults on the bed as you aren’t being naughty, you are just trying to get your out of sync body under control.

I stand quietly by the toilet door every time you need to go, and come with you around the house, and sometimes even just across the room, because I know you can feel truly frightened when you are not near me.

I stand quietly at the supermarket checkout while everyone stares at you barking like a dog and blowing raspberries on my arms to cope with the buzzing lights.

I stand quietly while you tell the baffled shop owner that you are looking for shoes that feel hard like splintered wood because your skin can’t bear soft things.

I stand quietly when the attendant gives us scornful looks when I ask for the key to the disabled toilet because the hand dryer…

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