He is much like myself. He prefers to have few confidants, few friends, he enjoys solitude. Yet when he loves it is all encompassing. He wants constant reassurance, do you love me? Are you proud of me?
Change throws him off balance, creates anxiety, turmoil, fear. Rules….he craves rules and expects everyone to follow them. There is no gray in his world, it’s very literal, logical. Pure black and white.
He views the world in his own unique and special way, and hopefully, as he matures, he will learn that that is ok, there is no need for anger, hurt or pain to be involved with that.
That others with different views do not mean that his view is wrong, or that he needs to change. He only needs to accept that his view is unique.
He is extreme… he describes his pain as, “I’m bleeding all day and no one will give me a band-aid”… tears well up in my eyes that he could invoke that kind of visual in my head, but it’s how he feels, because he is different.
I can’t make everything right for him, I can’t be with him 24/7, I’m only able to instill in him that I think he’s beautiful, that I love him, that he is smart, loving, happy and to hold his head up high when the others tease him.
He is only seven years old……… his diagnosis is PDD/Asperger’s. His IQ is ranked extremely high, his social skills are a couple years behind his age, he’s desperate to fit in and be liked.
Aren’t we all?
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