Leave Your Autism outside!
This is the last words I heard from my father.
I grew up the adopted child of parents in an upper middle class suburban neighborhood in Northern Virginia.
Raised strictly Christian, non-denominational. Not allowed to listen to secular music, associate with people who were not on the “approved” list. Or do activities that were not pre-approved or pre-planned.
My parents now married over 55 years, never argued one time in front of us. They did not curse, yell, drink, or smoke. They treated each other with respect.
I was ill prepared for real life to say the least. Because in reality this was not their true relationship. No one has it that perfect. If they do, they must be dead or bored.
My Dad and I were never very close but also not distant. My Mom and I have become closer over the years.
When I last spoke to them standing looking at my Dad as he said those words to me and then laughed at me. I asked him not to laugh. He told me I have made a lifetime of poor choices, and then laughed again.
Summing this up, I told my Mom I loved her and I would stay in touch with her. She looked so flabbergasted at my Dad as I walked out. A look I don’t think I have ever seen on her face.
Two of my three children have now graduated college. And if my 3rd one wants to go to college he can and if he doesn’t he doesn’t have to. He graduated high school and has his own place. My kids are doing okay and they turned out okay they’re decent human beings and my grandkids are beautiful.
So Dad I can no more leave my autism outside your door then you can leave your Diabetes outside my door when you come to my house.