Sunday, 29. May 2011 1:54
It’s hard to be sincere when you’re sarcastic. Unless you’re sincerely sarcastic. I’m more inspired by funny than by mushy. That’s just me. It doesn’t mean I don’t have my moments. And, when I do, it seems the sheer force by which those moments hit me squarely between the eyes sometimes is extremely difficult to mask from the general public.
When you choose to wear clothing displaying a particular team’s name or icon, you’re not really surprised when it starts up a conversation with complete strangers. Totally acceptable. I wish it was okay for team Autism. A Dad and four teenage boys were in line behind us today for a local festival. One of the sons had Autism. He was going on about the details of cars, clothing, and Orthodox Jews in only the detail and passion as someone on the spectrum could. I so wanted to turn around and high five the Dad. Let him know we also play professionally for team InsectMapPlanet.
I actually welled up a bit. It feels a little silly now. At the time though, it was strange being so close to someone else who knew all about the plays and not feeling like I could recognize the coach. Also, it was the first time since Ellie’s diagnosis that we just happened to run into someone else on the spectrum who wasn’t part of any training or therapy. I don’t know. Made me want to come up with a secret sign that would be okay for us parents to use for recognition, appreciation, and support. The high five is taken. I’m not fond of the butt smack – also, it’s a little less secret and more, well wrong. Any ideas?