The boy is 18 today so maybe now I’ll have to call him the man. His attaining majority won’t change things much since his prognosis hasn’t. Still, a friend and I were joking that surely he’s cured now since one only hears of autistic children…as tho attaining the age of majority cured it or something. Mike is just high-functioning enough to get into trouble but not high-functioning to the extent that he’s latched onto a perseveration that’ll help him make his way through life. That’s what sewing did for me. He hasn’t found his niche. Still, he has another year of school to go, then who knows? There’s nothing out there for young autistic adults in the way of job training, programs or assisted living. As I said, I don’t see things changing much around here.
Since he’s technically an adult -and it’s a big deal for him too, I tried to start new and appropriate for adulthood b-day rituals. One, I took him out to dinner last night. He was a doll and went veggie. I love it when he does that because it’s his way of doing something nice for me -and it was m’s-day too. We got desert and ate everything. Anyway, tonight I made him blueberry pancakes for dinner but he was unimpressed. I’m very surprised (but full). I thought everybody liked blueberry pancakes for supper. When I was a kid, I made pancakes for supper all the time. Sometimes waffles too. When I say that people assume I had no menu oversight but that’s not true if it was my dad’s idea (mom split years before). Well, I’ve decided I’m going to make pancakes again next year on his birthday.
And he hates the gift I got him (playstation2) but he hasn’t done anything else but play with it since he took it out of the box on saturday.