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I Guess That’s My Cue

I don’t write about anyone in the family except David, unless I am writing about things he has done to his siblings.  Today, I am writing about my son…  let’s call him George.

English: People with Asperger's Syndrome are o...
English: People with Asperger’s Syndrome are often preoccupied with particular, specialized areas of knowledge, such as this boy’s interest in molecular structure. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

George has Asperger’s Syndrome, which falls in the Autism Spectrum Disorder list.  He does really well.

Earlier this year, he brought up the idea of attending Boys State.  So we encouraged him to apply.  He was accepted, but I could see as school ended, and summer began he was beginning to show some anxiety about what Boys State would mean.

We talked about ways for him to be successful.  About embracing those aspects of his Asperger’s Syndrome which will benefit him during the time at Boys State.  George has a phenomenal memory. I would say that he is highly intelligent, but he doesn’t like to show that off, because, he admits he is afraid of letting us down.

Today during the 5 hour drive to drop him off, we talked, we laughed, and we listened to an audio book.  We laughed at the sarcasm of the writer, the wit, and plot twists.  Most of all we just enjoyed the time together.

As we neared our destination, I could see the tension ease in him.  It was like he decided to let go of the anxiety around the day and week ahead.  We stopped at a store so I could get him a tube of toothpaste.  I then programmed our final destination into Apple Maps seeking succinct directions to the college campus.

Needless to say, that didn’t work out so well.  It seems Apple thought we should drive from our home in the upper Great Plains of the United States all the way to Los Angeles.  So I told George to just look for signs.

We reached our destination.  Got him registered, paid the deposit…  all the fun stuff.

It then started to rain like God was trying to put out the fires of hell.

I had a ball cap, George had a sweat shirt.  Water was deep in the gutter and up on the sidewalk.  So we waited until it let up a little bit before we raced to the van.

Because of the volume of water rolling through the street and gutter, I told George to wait for a bit while I brought the van up to the door.  My boots are water proof to a depth of 6 inches.  The rain let up quite a bit, and you could see across the street without imaging that you were seeing the parking lot.

Got my socks wet walking to the van.  With a bad hip and an odd gait, I don’t race anywhere.

I got half way to the van and God started pouring more water on the fire. At this point, I could have used a towel to dry off, I had just had my shower.  Poor planning on my part, I didn’t have any shampoo. And I forgot my towel.  Something you should never do.

I pulled up to the door just as the deluge let up again allowing George to get in the van.  He was dry compared to me.

Now, to find the dorm.  It was described as the sky scraper on the campus to the north of the building we were in.  Now I have seen skyscrapers, but, I guess where we live nine floors could almost be considered a skyscraper.  Grain elevators can be taller.  We found it, checked in, and sure enough, George is on the ninth floor.  Because of my hip and gait, we took the elevator.

When we reached his floor, the floor monitor pointed us to George’s room.  We got George situated, he received his room key, and I put it on his lanyard.  As I turned to George to ask a question, I handed him the lanyard with the key attached.

At which point, George looked at me and said “Goodbye Dad.”  I blinked.

I guess that’s my cue.

Three hundred and some miles later I am home.  It was harder for me to leave him there than it was for him to be left there.  I am so proud of him for stepping out of his zone of comfort and doing this.  I just know in my heart that he will enjoy his time at Boys State.   George may have Autism, but Autism doesn’t have George.

George, remember, if you need me, I am a phone call away.  I am so very proud of you.

Denial, Denial, Denial – Placement just fell through

Well. We were all set to take David to a new facility on Monday. Today, that fell through. Evidently, we haven’t tried hard enough.  We haven’t driven enough miles.  We haven’t tried this program or that. The psychiatrist’s recommendation isn’t enough.  We didn’t try to give up custody to the state. The language that the… Continue Reading

news of the day. June 11, 2015

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Stormy Lake Weather

We had a storm on the lake this week.  Tornado warnings, severe thunderstorm watch, that kind of thing. I don’t know if it is the weather, the fact that I am at a conference, or what, but David has been in full form. A storm of a different kind. Facebook.  If you are on the… Continue Reading

The truth about David.

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“It’s your fault dad, you shouldn’t have bought me a sandwich for lunch.  You should have asked me first, before you bought the sandwich.” Never mind that he was excited about it when I gave it to him.  Never mind that he took all of the lettuce, the tomato and onion. I had to run… Continue Reading

I feel bad.

Right now.  this very instant, I feel bad. Not sick, but upset with myself. Why? Because I am looking forward to tomorrow. David goes with his mentor for 6 hours. That doesn’t mean I won’t worry about what he is up to.  Rather it means that I will worry a bit less. I just feel… Continue Reading

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David said “It’s your fault dad, for not helping me be honest.” And he still claims he is innocent, and the mentor is lying. About what?  Yeah, I guess that would be helpful to know. When David got home last night from his mentor time, he had a basketball.  Said that the mentor let him… Continue Reading

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Today was by all accounts, a good day. David had a reasonably good day at school.  No refocuses.  No notes about talking back or being disruptive (more than usual) in class. So I count today as a success. I told him so. He says all he ever hears is what he isn’t supposed to do. … Continue Reading