Water is Jumping

It was one of those days in summer '04 where the rain just came down in sheets.

We were driving around town and there were puddles everywhere. The car drove through a good one and a spray of water splashed up as high as the roof and hosed the sidewalk for a good 6 feet.

Tim, my son who was 4 at the time, was strapped into his car seat and suddenly said, "Water is jumping."

Not a big deal, except that is the first time I remember Timothy saying ANYTHING close to a complete sentence...a complete thought...on his own without prompting.

Because Tim is autistic.

The formal diagnosis is PDD-NOS. "Pervasive Developmental Delay Not Otherwise Specified"...but that was made when he was 3. Now, he's 8 and it's pretty obvious that he's more than just "developmentally delayed".

Now, it seems like he's barely hanging on to reality ...or at least reality as most of the world sees it.

That's why I started this post. Partly to put to paper what all this is like, partly to rant, and partly...hopefully...that someone elected, someone who can actually make a difference while the rest of us feel like we're going down with the ship, will read it and think for a bit and make a change here or there. (More on that later.)

I haven't checked, but I wonder how many others are writing about their autistic kid...or kids.

There must be thousands by now.

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