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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

 

 

 

To The Flag

Tomorrow is to-da-flag day.

And I’m taking the day off. You know…relax.

So I thought I’d pay my respects today.

Say it along with me:

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America,

and to the Republic for which it stands;

one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

an American flag background waving in the wind

People ask me what I like best about this day.

There’s a lot of things really.

Besides saying to-da-flag.

I have a few other things I really like about the 4th of July and America.

1. Fy-or werks.

I love watching the fire works.

It’s hilarious watching Daddy and Papa run around after they light them…before the fire and sounds come out.

I didn’t know they could move that fast.

2. There’s no place better.

A lot of people don’t know this. But I haven’t always lived in the United States. For a few years I lived in Japan.

And some country called California.

Just kidding…I know that’s a State.

So I can tell you…it doesn’t get any better than here.

3. Frensh fry chicken.

That’s all I have to say about that.

4. I get to be me.

Sure. Some people look at me funny when I am dancing in the grocery store. Actually. Come to think of it…they may be looking at Dad…I’m a good dancer. Still.

Or maybe they don’t understand why I can’t be in crowds for very long.

And I know it’s hard to know just how much getting out of my routine really bothers me.

But. For the most part. People here are very nice. And let me. Be me.

5. Mommy and Daddy are here.

And JackJoey. And all my other family. And my friends. And Donald’s (that’s what I call McDonald’s).

Anyway. I am going to go for now.

I think we’re going to get the fire works soon.

See ya ta-mah-wo.