Tag Archives: autism
Convergence
This was a good con. Getting there
Varied Sunday
No good deed goes unpunished
I just spent two hours on my employer’s computer, fighting network troubles and antivirus “improvements”. Not a good time, and a bad way to finish an otherwise quite good weekend.
mia_mcdavid and I got up a little after 8. After breakfast she did some spinning, while I did some woodworking in the shop. Very satisfying. Afterward we went to church in Minneapolis again. Something had been bothering us there from the service two weeks ago, and I had a chance to ask the Rector about it. Her explanation was entirely satisfactory, or, as Helmuth, Speaker for Boskone, would put it, “complete and conclusive”. I don’t get that nearly as often as I would like.
Afterwards we visited Tom, taking him for a visit to Como Zoo. By and large this was OK, although we were forcibly reminded of a couple things that do not work well with him. It is a a little frustrating that he did not seem to really notice the animals much, although that may be partly because a lot of them were doing the sensible thing and napping in the middle of the warm day. Perhaps those of us who are getting on in years could notice and appreciate that more than he did.
Protected: Brother-in-law rant
Old memories and present reflections
My brief note last night concluded with a physics joke; perhaps my subconscious was looking ahead to the next day. Continue reading
Autistic Spectrum Disorders
See It’s not just us on mia_mcdavid‘s LJ.
Dinner with Tom
We try to see Tom, our severely autistic younger son, nearly every week. Usually we do this on Sunday. However, last weekend was too cold to take him out, and we are going to be very busy this coming weekend. So we took him out to dinner tonight. Continue reading
Ballastexistenz
Ballastexistenz is a blog by an autistic person. The title is explained in her about page. I found this via Monastic Musings, the author of which wrote
“I know that she has contributed to my understanding of what it means to be human in a way that no non-disabled person could.”
That is what being one of Tom’s parents has forced down my throat given me: A far greater understanding of what it is to be human, that I could not achieve otherwise. The experience has been, and still is, incredibly painful, but it has made me a better person, and for that I am grateful.
Saturday night and Sunday
I got away from work yesterday just in time to go home so I could join the rest of the family for a music party. This was a good time. Several of the other guests were Carleton graduates, although I was (by a wide margin) the Dean of the group.