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My First Day At College And…

frat-house-party-front-lawn…it was nothing like I dreamed! Let me ‘splain…

Because of my popularity…I get solicited to speak or shoot a video ALL THE TIME.

It’s a little embarrassing really.

And the fact is…I don’t often make myself available.

But recently I made an exception to do this video for a couple reasons:

Sooooo the first reason. It was for one of Mommy’s classes she is teaching. And she asked…

How can I say no? If it weren’t for her…and it was up to Dad:

  • I’d use dirt to rub on my boo-boos…instead of band-aids. <SMH>
  • I’d chicken and frensf-fry, or pizza every night (well…that one’s not so bad).
  • I probably would be wearing dirty clothes right now.
  • And the list goes on…

But the second reason I did it was because of the subject: Long term continuum of health care services.

Let me de-Mensa that.

Basically it’s just getting the stuff you need to help take care of you for a really long time.

See…most people don’t need services like this until they get really, REALLY, old. Like Daddy…for instance.

BUT. For people like me. We need need it much earlier in life.

Problem is. There’s WAAAAY more demand for the services than there is a supply.

15000So like…Mommy said that right now…there are over 15,000 developmentally delayed people waiting for services…just in Georgia (that’s where I live). Over 15,000!

And sometimes it takes a really long time for those people to get services.

Like me. I was on the waiting list for 8 years.

So we were explaining that, and some other things, to the class.

Well…Mommy was explaining that to her students.

I was showing them other things. Like some sign language. Bustin’ out a few words I know. And…pretty much…you know…adding the celebrity factor.

In all seriousness though, it is a big problem. Like I said. It took me 8 years.

Now I’m pretty lucky. Cuz my Mommy and Daddy were able to take care of the stuff I needed until I was able to get help.

But not everyone is as lucky as me.

And those people…SADLY…have to do without. Or at least do without some stuff.

Anyway. That was the reason I got in front of the camera with Mom. Make sure you watch it…if you haven’t already.

And it’s the reason I am raising money for service dogs to help people like me.

Because even after you get the long term continuum stuff…it doesn’t cover things like dog to help keep them out of trouble. Or just help them have a normal life.

Okay. I gotta go for now.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Where I got my pics:

College picture

 

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