Well Ya gotta start somewhere...

Okay. So I have been told, "you should write a blog."
Well here ya go.
Hysterical so far isn't it?
I have a gift.
The things that happen in my life, to me seem normal....until I start to tell others about them, then as I watch the expression on their face I begin to realize slowly perhaps my life is just a bit unusual. A bit more, shall we say...on the abnormal side. This could be in part due to me, a A.D.D house bound injured ex-firefighter forced to take care of menial things like laundry and dishes instead of exciting things like fires and patient extrication from vehicle accidents.
I also have two children, a husband, three dogs and a cat who thinks she is a lioness on the African range. This does make for interesting days, and nights.
Where do I even begin?
Each day is a new adventure. But in order to explain why I title this "My life on the Spectrum" then I must explain my son.
I can not rightfully call him the baby of the family although that is his birth order. He was born last, yet due to his place on the spectrum he will forever be old. If you have the pleasure of knowing someone like my son, you will understand this. He has been "old" for quite some time now. Having adult conversations better than some adults I know. Capable of understanding things some "grown-ups" fail to grasp. He is 9 going on 49. This makes 4th grade rather difficult, but let me tell you it made 2nd grade hell. There were not a lot of 2nd graders who wanted to discuss World War II or where Bin Laden might be hiding out.
3rd grade we decided to home school. Our living room was much more forgiving than a playground at recess. I offered to push him down every now and then during lessons just so he would feel like he was at a real school. He said no thanks. After a year long break from the "nightmare of public school" (his words) He asked me if he could go back! We found a wonderful small charter school, that seems to be working out. It could be in part that you can't walk two feet without bumping into a kid like my son....the place is crawling with spectrum kids.... how nice! Well for us. Good to not stand out for a change.
If your kid isn't the only one walking in circles hitting himself in the head because it is too loud in the room then it is a lot easier to talk to the other parents at "back to school night."
Me: "So which one is yours?"
Them: "Oh the one under the desk!"
Me: " Great! Mine is the one spinning circles in the corner, maybe later they can set up a play date? Does your kid like legos?"
And so it goes....
For most people that would probably end in an actual play date, but my son doesn't have friends, or play dates. He says he wants them. He has had a few. He just doesn't know how to do it. I guess I don't either.
My daughter? Next time I guess. This is an ongoing thing after all....