Family Time

We spent a long weekend away, with the extended family.  It was nice to spend time with the family; it was funny to watch the ASD kids interacting with the typical kids ... or actually, for the most part, not interacting.  One cannot help but make some comparisons, but this time, it was not heart-wrenching.  Everyone was having a good time, there were no tantrums, and when someone needed quiet time, it was easy enough to withdraw to a more isolated space.


The six-year-old (NT) was spinning stories about having play-dates with alligators, in his house - laughing as he spoke.  It was infectious and funny ... and the ASD kids, while imaginative, would never have had that kind of imagination.  Conversation about how teachers are sometimes wonderful and sometimes seem not to know the child at all, thankfully cross all categories of kids.  The great teachers are golden; the bad ones, well ...


It's fun to watch the cousins, the older teenagers/young adults, starting to get to know each other as "real people."  Cousins who used to be "so far apart" in age are now becoming fairly contemporary.  They're finding their way, and making connections - some expected, some not.  Of course, the 16 year old Aspie, being the youngest of his generation (on both sides), has a bit of a harder time.  Having no real age peers, and little interest, he doesn't socialize much.  He spent a lot of time playing on a DS (hand-held video game), with the 8 year old (next generation down) who has PDD.  They are, in many ways, soul-mates.  They understand each other in ways that the other children do not understand them.  That, too, is fun to watch.  Sometimes I think that families with only one ASD child are really missing out, much the way that families with only one child are.  Children speak a "language" that adults have forgotten; ASD children speak a slightly different language, and they understand each other far better than they understand NT children, or than NT children generally understand them.


The older generation, the grandparents/great-grandparents, seemed not to notice the incredibly strange behavior that was sometimes in evidence.  That was all for the good - it meant that there was no need for explanations or apologies.  The next generation, my generation, was able to laugh at how oblivious they were - they, the schools (when it suited them), and anyone who liked to pretend that this was all in our heads ... and just then I was "sniffed" by way of greeting!  


Sometimes, even though family time can be stressful, it has its moments!