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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

 

 

 

My Brave’s Appearance

braves gameAs you can imagine. I am a huge supporter of Autism Awareness.

It’s a little cumbersome sometimes. But I lend my celebrity to the cause by attending these events.

Some of them are pretty fun. Some…not so much.

I was just looking through some of my pictures. They were of an event I took a few friends to a couple weeks ago.

It was my first trip to an Atlanta Bwaves baseball game.

It was pretty cool I guess.

turnerdrummersThey had drums there. I love drums. Especially when the drummers dance. I love to boogie.

DSC06451.JPGAnd they also had a REALLY BIG drum. That was WAAAAAAY cool. The guy would play that. And all the people in the stadium who came out to see me did the tomahawk chop.

We sang “take me out to the ol’ ball game”.

Not only did they have drums. They also had a place to get my favorite eats…frensh fry chicken. Aaaand they had refills on the dwinks. Who knew?

bravesAnd…just to get into the spirit…I went all out and got some face paint to support the team.

Oooooooooo-o-ooo-ooooooo!

I have to admit though…that’s kinda where the fun stopped.

Do you have any idea how booooooring a baseball game is? It takes forever!!!

Guys run out on the field. One guy throws a baawl to another. Another tries to hit it with a stick. And then they go inside while more guys do the same thing.

And that just 1 inning! Whatever that is???? But there’s 9 of them. 9!

What the….???

Not to mention it was H-O-T. Hawt. I am not a big fan of hawt.

Mom says it has to do with my body’s inability to process heat…or something. I don’t know about all that??? But I don’t like it.

I guess that’s the price of celebrity.

braves game 2But it was for a good cause. And I got to hang out with some friends. All in the name of autism awareness.

Would I do it again?

Probably. If I had to.

GrumpyBut I have to admit. I was really off the next day. Some might say gwumpy. You know…like Sno-white.

I think it was because of the stimulation. People with autism react differently to stimulation.

For me. Tons of people. Really loud noises. Lots of activities. Not on my schedule.

That’s tough.

Oh! Mommy and Daddy…if you’re reading this?

Maybe pick pick something indoors next time. Like basketball or hockey or…better…a moooovie.

Ok. I have to go for now. I have a bunch of werk to do. Pictures. Signs. Drawing.

See ya ta-mah-wo.

Here’s where I got some of the pics:

Heavy Hitters

Big Drum

Grumpy

The others were mine.