Some things are more difficult to write than others, like broaching a conversation you want to have and are afraid to have. I used my five minutes this morning to at least talk about what I am afraid to write. It worked, I have the start of a rough draft here...
I have a blog post I need to write. I have started writing it in my head several times but I haven’t followed through with it because some subjects are so close to home and the heart that they seem to sit, waiting, sadly, morosely, not willing to be chipped away from the rock block becomes when Sisyphus - me - doesn’t do any rolling.
It started with an Instagram post. I loved the wording and it captured so much of what I wanted to say. The focus was on me and my perspective rather than the real and more important perspective, my son's.
This blog post is going to be about watching my son as he waited to leave on a field trip this week. A field trip, long-awaited, to Six Flags Magic Mountain. I was going to follow the bus to the theme park and spend the day with him because he has very few friends. It isn’t because he isn’t a great kid, it is because he is on the autism spectrum and doesn’t know how to engage with his peers enough to let them see he would make a fine friend, companion, whatever you would like to call it.
I watched how he lit up when a group of nerd-kids started gathering. He stood to the right as they huddled together. His countenance, how he stood, how he paid attention it all changed.
The nerd kids were just being themselves and perhaps he recognized himself in them, but that was as intimate as it got. They did their thing, the nerd kids, and Samuel stayed separate. The role I always played as a child was the nerd-kid who reached out to the kids hovering on the edges, waiting and too shy or unable to build the bridge themselves.
I am writing it, I note. I am writing what I have wanted to write. At least a taste, or a rough draft.
There was a story circulating around facebook a month or so ago about a girl who invited a boy who was on the autism spectrum to prom with her. There hasn’t been follow up on the group at the school, the group whose mission it is for neurotypical and spectrum kids to become friends and actively engage with one another.
My five minutes are up. I started writing a rough draft. I have a space to go now. Thank you.
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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Link back to the AllThingsFadra.com post (feel free to use the SOC Sunday graphic).
- Add your post below (be sure to use the permalink to your post, not your blog’s URL; and only NEW posts please).
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
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