My daughter is an Aspie. She ‘has’ Asperger’s. It’s on the Autism spectrum. All just words. Basically, my daughter needs me. And I have no problem with that. It’s just I don’t think like her. I don’t want to say she doesn’t think like me. Who is to say that my thoughts are all that anyway. My daughter is creative and funny and comes to her own conclusions. Not always what someone might say is the “right” answer. But for her it is.
She is so pure. In emotion. Thought. Everything is telegraphed. What freedom there must be in that. Maybe more of a mixed blessing. To be able to feel the emotion in the moment. See, there I struggle. When the crying starts I can barely keep my composure. I feel her emotions. All of them. Even if we are crying over spilled milk. For her it is a pure emotion and I get it. So maybe not a blessing..
I love my children equally. Funny that my daughter gets jealous of her sibling. She says that I focus and spend more time with her sister. She doesn’t remember the extra attention I gave her in the early years. Practicing words and building blocks. And even now with IEP meetings and extra support in school.
Well, one day at a time. Hugs and kisses to make it through. And once in a while a timeout for me, too.
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