Order is desired, but rarely found. Ducks do not walk in a row. Life is a mystery, and why becomes even more confusing. Neuroses are a puzzle. Your need to make lists, carry out plans, and decide fates is strong. The need to organize the way things will be is overwhelming. Self-constructed boxes line up neatly on the shelf, thank you. Yes, add more dominoes, if necessary. The need for knowledge, something to make sense of the pile of blocks you have been given..necessary.
Autism Spectrum Disorder is every day. And that is what it is: DISORDER. It doesn’t live in boxes. Boxes are created, and nothing fits in them. And the things that do fit, never stay in the boxes for long. The quirks of children; the faces of autism. Those qualities that must be accepted, or die trying. A young daughter cannot play without singing. The noise level is constant. The only time she is quiet is when cuddling her or when she is asleep. A son is constant in his need to discuss whatever his favorite subject is at the moment. Once you point it out to him, he can stop, but he will talk about it again, sooner rather than later. And then apologizes for forgetting the subject was done. If the phone rings, do not ask the oldest to answer it. She can’t do the phone. It’s a thing. If pushed, she will freeze and run from the room. Tears may follow. Meltdowns are imminent. Quirks. They all have them. Learning that no matter how much you want it changed it is what it is.