It’s rare that I’m unaware that the Monster is different from other children.
I’m somewhat accustomed to the matter, and his Autism is a fact of my life. I’ve spent a lot of time coming to grips with the fact that this is our “normal”, and that, as I say to the wife, there’s even less purpose than normal of trying to compare him to other children. My wife’s the one who tends to get a bit more upset when there are kids his age who are doing things he can’t… or when there’s the kvelling by her friends about what their child’s doing, when the Monster’s still barely verbal and can’t really read.
But that’s not always. Continue reading