Monday, December 5, 2011

Say it Loud and Say it Proud!

I've never, ever liked the bumper stickers people have on their, of course, bumpers that read "My Child is an Honor Roll Student at Whatever School". They didn't have those back in my school days, and my mom would never have put it on her car's bumper to begin with ("Bumper stickers are trashy!" she would say.) I always felt they were a bit braggish, and extremely corny. I have to admit when some smart ass came up with the "My kid can kick your Honor Student's ass" bumper stickers in rebellion, I enjoyed those a little more, but they were even trashier!

Having said that, I just put a "window cling" (a much classier option than a bumper sticker someone has decided) that reads "My Child is an Honor Roll Student at F---- Middle School" in the rear window of my company car (hope the boss never notices). Casey brought the "cling" home along with a nifty black ribbon that said the same and a letter from the principal extolling the virtues of our magnificent student who maintained a B+ average this first marking period. I am beaming with pride, and thus felt so inclined to apply the "cling" to the let world know he is in fact, on the Honor Roll!

My whole mindset it seems, has changed, I'm realizing more and more over the past several months. The "cling" represents the different outlook I have on Casey. Gone are the days of Autism Awareness ribbons slapped on the back of my car for all the world so to see. I want the world to see we have an Honor Roll Student in my car, and not someone they should pity, or be curious of or worse, be frightened of.

I want people to know we have a boy who has been on a soccer league, a baseball league, taken dance and briefly, piano lessons. I want people people to know that our boy can skate with full hockey gear on, that he swims on a swim team and has won ribbons for doing so. It doesn't matter what kind of league, or team, it just matters that he's done them. I want people to know he creates brilliant animated shorts on the computer and can write stories, and can comprehend what he reads, and understands what is said to him. I want people to know he's hilarious.

Yes, the colorful Autism Awareness ribbons are gone. I don't want his Autism to define him at all, and in fact, I don't want to define Autism anymore to people when they learn somehow he has it. Frankly, I don't even care to use the word "Autism" unless it's absolutely necessary. I'm not ashamed to use it, but I have never known a word that can suck the life out of a situation or conversation like Autism often does. You may or may not understand that but trust me. I might get some flack for that one, but it's my blog.

And so, my joy and pride in applying my cling, despite my former feelings on honor roll student advertisements, may be more acceptable and better understood now. He is a person on the honor roll and so,so much more!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Sickness Befalls Us....

I'm just going to pretend that 3 months and lots of stuff didn't pass by, and that my blog is completely current and up to date! I ask that you do the same!

This was just one of those weekends. Bill started out coming down with the flu on Friday, and this is the real flu, not a stomach virus. He's had the chills, aches, pains, coughing, you name it. He swiftly retired to the boudoir after getting home from work and has pretty much been there since. Casey and I kept a respectful distance, and I washed hands profusely! Loading up on Vitamin C, I was confident I wouldn't be affected.

The weekends are sorta hard enough, trying to keep Casey off the computer and busy. The extreme cold doesn't help and the cancellation of plans due to Bill's illness doesn't help either! So, I took the "glass half full' attitude and decided I would entertain Casey on my own and make his weekend fun. No worries.

But, when I woke up Saturday morning, that familiar tickle in my throat began to irritate, alerting me to an oncoming sickness. I plowed through the day in denial, taking Case for a workout, to lunch, to the library. However, as I stood watching him making his selections in the video section, I knew Bill had breathed on me too much! Damn Bill! How dare he breathe!

My body started to ache and an itchy, irritating cough erupted from my sore throat. Rushing Casey along, I told myself, it's just a cold, I'm fine. Yeah. I'm fine.

Later that evening, Bill and I both sounded like we were hacking up a lung, and Bill was shivering with his robe, a hoodie, and sweat pants on under blankets. The outlook for much more fun this weekend was grim.

The night was sleepless, due to that lousy feeling, the cats making noise, and having drank diet Pepsi at lunch time! (Yes, I'm old, caffeine effects me badly sometimes!) Despite feeling like total crap today, I was still telling myself, I was okay. I could get him out and do some things. So what if I was shivering and I sounded like a lifetime smoker when I coughed! I was cooool.

We ventured out again, to the pet shop, to Quiznos, and as I considered swimming, I told myself I really need to give up. I felt like crap.

I've been laying around ever since, shivering, coughing, feeling horrible. Casey has been trying his hardest to be comforting, but couldn't fight the urge to come into the living room where I lay, griping about how this was not a fun weekend at all! I apologized limply, feeling guilty that it wasn't, and slightly irritated at his lack of sympathy. Why was I irritated by this, or surprised? Tough emotion for kids, and especially those on the spectrum!

Bill and I made a pact, as we lay side by side coughing, that we would make it up to him next weekend!.... Fingers crossed the 3,000 mg of Vitamin C a day I've been giving Case keeps this bug out of him!