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My Start

superman_autism_by_sircle-d5zm8k8Aw-right. So the 23rd birthday festivities are in the can.

Everything went good. Had some cake. Got some balloons. Aaaand a couple more moooovies to add to my collection. YES!

But then it hit me. You know all about me now and why I started this blog.

But I haven’t told you how it all started for ME. So I thought I’d fill you in…

I don’t remember the whole story. How could I? I wasn’t even 2 yet. Gimme a break.

I just know the story from my Peeps telling it.

japanWhen I was about 9 months old. Daddy got stationed in Japan – that’s a whole ‘nother country – so I went with him.

There’s NO WAY we were letting him go there on his own.

Can you imagine?!?!?

It was cool I guess? People were nice…but they talk funny.

Anyway. I got a lot of ear infections over there for some reason.

But it wasn’t just me. I had a buddy who was a couple months older than me. He got ’em a lot too.

Neither of us were saying any words. Not even really trying to.

So when my buddy turned 2 his parents took him to the doctor. They said the infections scarred his ear drums.

The solution? They must have taken the drums out (no wonder he couldn’t hear) and replaced them with tubas. That’s kinda cool.

Wait…what? Hold on. Daddy’s saying something…

Not tubas…tubes…like a straw.

monkeyStraws?!?! In his ears!?!? What the…

Can you imagine walking around with something hanging out of your ears? I have a hard time picturing that???

Weird.

Weird though it may be. It worked. Shortly after that. Dude started saying some words. Hm?

I was about 23 months old then so I went to the doc too. You know…check out these ear-tuba thingies.

But when the doctor looked at my ears. He said they were fine.

All indications…I was perfectly normal. Told ya. Now let’s get outta here.

<insert vinyl record screeching to a halt here>

So the doc did a few more tests on me and decided I need to go see another doc.

pugilistA pugilist? Anarchist? Oh…wait…I know…a specialist?

Whatever that means?

So I go to this specialist guy. He runs a few more tests. Looked at the Peeps and said…

…”I think your son is autistic”.

Autistic?

This was all before the internet was on your watch. So we didn’t really know what that meant. And we couldn’t Google it. Or ask Siri.

And even if we could…I don’t know if we would have understood it in Japanese anyway.

But the doc said I was gong to have “challenges” my whole life.

Daddy said flashes of all my baseball games, my wrestling matches, and me going off to college ran through his head in an instant. Which is kinda weird…

…I’ve never played baseball…BOOOORING. I have wrestled a couple times…but not professionally. And I have never stepped foot in a college class…although Mommy teaches college…maybe that’s what he saw???

I dunno. Not sure how all that stuff went through his head???

Anywho. We came back to the good ‘ol U.S. of A. and I started my life up…and a pretty good life if I do say so myself.

Sure it’s been tough from time-to-time. And sure I’ll have problems.

Don’t we all? And anyway…if you don’t have any problems…you’re probably not doing anything worthwhile.

Well. I just wanted to give you all my prequel. So now you know.

Let me know if you have any other questions though.

I’m an open book.

Gotta go for now.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Here’s where I got the pics:
Superman

Japan

Monkey

Pugilist

 

 

 

Back To Work

workSo for the second straight year kids went back to school…and I didn’t? Hm?

I’m starting to get the idea that I miiiiiight not be going back.

I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been going to school since I was 3 years old. So it’s a little weird.

So I decided that I need to get a job.

rocksSure I do work around the house. I take out the trash. Wash dishes…kinda. And just yesterday I made these two little gems.

But I believe I’m capable of much more. So I decided to find something else a little more important.

And, contrary to what Daddy says…I’m not doing it because I am tired of fwee-woading. Not sure what that means…but he laughs when he says it. I laugh too…just to humor him.

So what does a guy like me do for work?

Well. I started thinking…

Wherever I go people seem to know me. They’re all “Hi Alec!”, “It’s so good to see you Alec!”, “Come see me sometime Alec!”. Embarrassing really.

Mommy says it’s like I’m Adam Levine.

I don’t know Adam…but he must live somewhere around us because Mommy says he’s hot.

And…believe me…it is H-O-T in The ATL!

But then Daddy shakes his head no…sooooo maybe he doesn’t live around here. Who knows???

Anyway…back to me.

I don’t remember if I told you this? But I am getting a new dog.

I know. I already have two. But this one is different.

This dog is going to hang out with me more. He’s…or she’s (I don’t know yet)…is gonna make sure I stay safe.

See. Autism does different things to different people. We’re ALL different.

For me…I don’t really sense danger like most people.

For instance. One day I got a bug aquarium; a little plastic container to put bugs in.

black-widow-spider1And I found one of these babies.

I know it’s a spy-der (you should have seen Daddy scream like a little girl – HILARIOUS).

But apparently this one is a Black Widow…and can give me a boo-boo-band-aid.

I’m not afraid of snakes or bees…and a whole bunch of other stuff.

But back to my new dog. (Man I am all over the place today.)

So it costs a lot of money to train the puppies to keep me – and others like me – out of danger.

Luckily, I have a bunch of pennies – and Mommy is really good at fund raising – so I can just pay.

But I don’t think everyone is as lucky as me (autistic or not)…so I’m gonna lend my celebrity to raising money for other people like me to get dogs that help keep them safe too.

I’ll go into more details later. But please go to this link and donate as many pennies as you can. I’ll appreciate it…and you’ll feel good too.

uncle samPlus Daddy says its tax deductible. Not sure what that means…but he gets excited because he says you don’t have to give as much money to my Uncle…Sam…I think???

That’s him…don’t remember meeting him. Although he looks a little angry. Lighten up DUDE!

Anyway…do me a solid and help me out with my new job HERE. And don’t be shy…tell your friends. Share this post.

Ok. Gotta go. Don’t wanna be late for werk.

See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

 

Here’s where I got my pictures:

Work

Spider

Uncle Sam