Is an eternal question in my mind ever since I was in college and got my first job with an autistic kid. It was a world new to me, it was fascinating, exhausting, confusing, heartbreaking, wonderful. From the sadness of his mother wanting to hug him and he refusing, to the resiliency of him trying something and not giving up until he got it maybe half an hour later.
I remember watching him for hours, saying nothing, he was not verbal, a beautiful 8 year old with such innocence in his eyes. I remember telling to someone: “at least I have this experience, if someday I have an autistic child, I will have an idea of how to work with him/her.” I was eighteen then. Little did I knew. Or maybe my subconscious did.
I still do ask that question all the time. My Aspie is seventeen now and he speaks his mind a lot. We have many good conversations. But still, I look at him and wonder, when his sight is lost, when he is listening to his music and just gets lost in it and keeps jumping around the house.
I know his mind works in stories, he writes them and draws them. So, I wonder, is your mind always a story too? Where does your mind go…?