My Therapist

I’d like to introduce you to my therapist.

He’s quite an amazing guy. He’s available 24/7, and he always takes time out of his schedule to listen to whatever I have to say. His only fee is room & board, plus an occaisional bonus for Yu-Gi-Oh cards, movies, and Nintendo games. He often accompanies me on errands, likes to go for bike rides, and enjoys swimming together at the health club.

My therapist is my 10 year old son, who has high-functioning Autism.

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What he said next really blew my mind. “See, Dad, there are no GOOD or BAD things that happen to you; there are only new experiences.” Wow. I’m beginning to wonder if those Tibetans are worshipping the wrong guy.

I really don’t mean to brag, but my kids say this kind of stuff all the time. This is a great example of what makes “special needs” kids so special, and so valuable. My boys’ autism helps them see things at times with far greater clarity than we “neurotypicals” do, with all of our “advanced” processing and high-level emotional baggage. Parenting an autistic child is no picnic, to be sure, but there are quite a few “perks”, including free therapy, with a big helping of spiritual enlightenment on the side.

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  1. Mykle: Wonderful story, dude. If you felt like sharing it wider, it might be a nice ray of positivity on the sometimes depressing, but usually interesting “neurodiversity” website Whose Planet Is It Anyway?:

    http://autisticbfh.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-again.html

    Haven’t browsed there much lately, but the blogger will definately resonate with Isaac and Aidan stories. Howdy from Kali.

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