I’m not saying I’m a better mother because I played one in a high school production of Our Town.
But that’s almost the truth.
Bear with me for a backstory, and I’ll try to explain.
When I auditioned for Our Town at my high school in the fall of 1988, I had just returned from a summer intensive theatre & dance program, part of the National High School Institute at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. Read More
If my kid were typical, he would probably have flown the nest by now, and would have the right as an independent young adult to make poor choices, learn from his own mistakes, and realize, at some point, that his mom was right all along.
As it happens, my son is fluffing up those twigs to stay in this nest for awhile. Due to his disability, he needs full-time care and may never be fully independent.
But that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have some level of agency to make his own dumb decisions as young adults do.Read More
I’ve been working on setting up some new opportunities for my son, new therapies and other classes he’s going to try out. This always means I am asked to describe him on intake forms and in phone conversations, to explain his “level” of ability, his challenges and strengths, his preferences and dislikes.
It’s a necessary evil, to attempt to distill my son’s attributes and needs down to shareable soundbites. Semi-verbal. Developmentally delayed. Autism. Anxiety. History of self-injury (but better). Understands more than he can say. Can read. Sensory issues. Likes Pixar.
But no amount of questionnaires, recent evaluations, or interviews could ever provide a full picture of this kid, the picture that you need to really “get” him.