That headline kind of writes itself, doesn't it? But unlike our poor psychic friend, I know just what's ahead - a weekend! And then a week off the day job for me as I try to find my house under a pile of clutter and laundry, put up Christmas decorations, and edit a book. This time last year I was heading to Dublin. This year I'm home doing laundry. Oh well, you can't win 'em all. Anyway, here's all the news that's fit to print (and some that's not, really) for today.
It's very easy to dismiss someone who's higher on the spectrum. They can often hold jobs, do average-to-well in school with some accommodation, and overall don't seem as "disabled" as people who are further down the spectrum.
While that's partly true, that doesn't mean being a high-functioning autistic lets you blend right in and function as an adult without any issues. I speak about this because I've got a son who just turned fourteen. In four short years, my son will be an adult, legally and physically. But his emotional state and social capabilities lag far behind that physical age.
Saturday is Veteran's Day, but it's also my son's birthday. It's also the first birthday he'll be spending away from me, since it falls on his Dad's weekend. I'm bummed, but we'll celebrate when he gets back. It's just hard for a mom on a birthday when she can't wrap her arms around one of the greatest joys of her life.
But I'm not here today to whine and moan about my kid being away, or my kid getting older. Both are unavoidable facts of life.