Tuesday, June 2, 2009

SuperBoy

The Atomic Super BoyImage by Thomas Hawk via Flickr

Diver just cleared his throat.

It's a nasty, fleghummmy snort. He used to make it umpteen times a day, grossing out one and all.
"I have to clear my snot!" he'd insist.

Was it a tic? An inability to blow his nose? One thing for sure: it was gross.

When I heard it this morning, I realized it had disappeared. Hadn't heard it for weeks. Wow.

Which put yesterday's events into a clearer light. Diver's pants split at school and he spent the day in a funk. He announced he was not going to Civil Air Patrol Cadets, and proceeded to shoot Xbox bad guys.

At dinner, he asked, "Are you mad at me? Why am I asking this?!?"
He was reading my non-verbal signals.
Wow.

Shortly thereafter, he said, "Where's my B.D.U.*? We're going."

He had gotten himself unstuck.
Wow.

Major accomplishments. Super powers for someone with an ASD.

He's not just growing tall.





*Battle dress uniform
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4 comments:

  1. I got chills with this one. Tell Diver that I bow before his magnificent unstuckness.

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  2. Super powers indeed - that's great that he not only worked through his funk, but also responded to your non-verbal communication. Excellent!

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  3. Go Super Diver. Next time I need to get unstuck I'm thinking of you.

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  4. Go Super Diver. Next time I need to get unstuck I'm thinking of you.

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