When the Mini was a baby, and we were going through his whole Charlie Brown head phase, I would obsess over other people’s heads. Adults, kids, babies. It didn’t matter. I would scrutinize over them. Particularly if a man was bald, I would check the symmetry of his head. It was a sickness.
And then our pediatrician was like, “oh, yeah, that head thing? So not a big deal, because your child has all sorts of red flags for Autism.” Or something like that.
And now, I watch other kids so intently. I study them. And I think to myself, ”oh that kid is SO on the spectrum.” And I think to myself, “who the fuck am I to make that assumption?” I’m not really qualified to say that. I’m not a professional with years and years of medical training under their belt. I’m just a mom, who has been in the trenches. I’ve watched my own kids behavior under a magnifying glass. I’ve seen other spectrum kids. And then I think, “well, yes, I kind of am qualified to make that assumption. Because I have seen a lot of Autistic kids. And I hate that I can pick the one kid, out of a lineup of typical kids, that has social or language issues. The only difference is, that I would never dare say anything to another parent unless they asked, or voiced concern, and, I don’t get the enormous paycheck to hand you a piece of paper that says ”spectrum disorder.”
But when you get right down to it, aren’t we all a little bit Autistic, anyway?