As I’ve said before…I don’t always pay attention to what he says…so I’m not sure what his exact words were.
A purple dinosaur!?!?
That’s ridiculous. Have you ever heard of such a thing???
Purple dinosaur… <insert head shake here>
I’ve also heard Mommy tell other parents with kids like me “Who cares what they call him? Let them call him whatever they want.”
I know. On the surface this sounds harsh.
But let me give you some context.
Because…the fact is…if someone called me a mean name…meant to hurt my feelings…or belittle me…
…and that’s if there was anything left after Mommy was done with them.
Both of them are pretty protective of me.
So when they said “call him what you want”…they mean call me what you want if it gets me more help.
See…I think some parents don’t like when their kid is called autistic, developmentally delayed, slow, Asperger’s…or whatever.
I don’t know?
Maybe they’re afraid people will treat them different? Or maybe it means they have to come to a realization they’re not ready to accept? Or maybe because they feel like they’re being criticized and blamed?
Like I said. I don’t know?
Maybe they haven’t realized how cool it is to have a kid like me.
Luckily. Mom and Dad have…and focus on the positives.
But let’s get real…why wouldn’t they focus on the positives?
I mean…Mommy and Daddy saaaay we go to the Disney store just for me…
…but who doesn’t enjoy a trip to see all the latest stuffed babies.
Don’t get me wrong…they’re not always positive. I’ve had to take them to get frensch-fries-shicken to talk ’em off the ledge a couple times.
It’s a big responsibility…but I can do it.
And maybe because they focus on how cool I am…they don’t really care what people call me if they’re trying to help.
Besides. Sometimes a label gives me the opportunity to meet someone who can help me do something fun.
Like riding a horse. Making a house for the birds. Plant a garden. Art. Take a jungle walk. Or help me get a dog so I can get around all by myself.
Anyway. I’m not giving the thumbs-up to go around calling people names. But if a label is used for good…label me.
And if the label is used to be mean…talk to da haaaand.
Well…I gotta go. But don’t worry…I’ll be baaack.
Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.
Here’s where I got the pics: