A lucid and penetrating piece from a blogger who is the father of a son with autism. He writes about the double-bind of being the family member of a loved one with disability: how if you share the positive moments you worked so hard to achieve, you run the risk of your friends jumping to the conclusion that everything is hunky-dory, mainly because they would feel more comfortable if that was the case.
We want to tell you how well he’s doing. We want to tell you that he’s reading well beyond his years, and that he’s developed a deep affection for his twin, frequently hugging him and saying, “I love you, brother.”
We want to tell you that he says, “It’s 7:70!” when it’s ten minutes past eight! We want to tell you that he sat still and ate a cupcake, and that he finally peed in the potty. We want to tell you all of these good things and none of the bad things.
But when we do, you say, “See! He’s going to be fine.” You tell us, “He’s probably going to be a rich scientist!” You implore us “not to worry so much!” You say, “I told you so!” Read the rest here.
Also, an interesting development on the autism research front. Small-scale studies have found that the placentas from births in families at high risk for autism were significantly more likely to have abnormal folds and creases. From the New York Times.