One of the most intelligent people I know once said, “If you’re not passionate about the subject, your writing suffers.” You can see by my lack of posts for two months that the fire has not been stoked, and I have not wanted to waste your time reading something subpar. If you think about, that’s my very own Aspie trait — an all-or-nothing, perfectionistic approach to my blog. For a while, I though that, perhaps, I’m trying to take a more even-keeled approach to my career and passion — not letting every little ignorant comment someone says about ASD set me into a blind rage. If that’s the case, it was not a conscious effort. Regardless, the fire has begun to blaze again as I try to ascertain how in the world to explain Asperger’s to a group of second graders in a local parochial school. Because I am hoping for YOUR thoughts, advice, and recommendations, let me provide a bit of background.
Peyton is my client. He is a very thoughtful, engaging young man. He interacts with peers with zest and vigor. He is highly motivated to do well at school. But, it’s those darn kids that break rules that are the demise of my Peyton. You know — the kids who talk when they are not supposed, even if they are whispering. The kids who don’t hear the rules for an assignment and make up their own shortcuts. The kids who push in line to be first, even though they have assigned spots. These kids cause the scissors to fly, the papers to crumble, and the hands to push. These situations cause Peyton the Polite to transform into Peyton the Policeman, ready and waiting to give citations.
Peyton’s school has been phenomenal. Receptive to my recommendations. Open to patience, rather than punishment. Even allowing me to start a social skills group during the school day. We are trying to make the parochial placement work. In an effort to increase acceptance and understanding — mind you, I’m worried this will backfire — the parents and the school would like to tell Peyton’s classmates and their parents about AS. On Monday, we sat in a meeting during which all eyes fell on me for that honor. It is an honor, but, man, does that honor weigh a ton. This is an onus I’ve carried before, so I’m not sure why this time, this idea of disclosure is so nerve-inducing and off-putting and difficult.
Since Monday, I’ve asked many their opinions. “Don’t do it!!!!!” with endless echo has been one strong reaction. The other is advice on what to say, how to say, and, in essence, how to couch and explain the idea of a diagnosis that sounds like an explicit word-food. I’ve begun compiling a document with everyone’s advice because this disclosure will happen soon. A week or so. And, I have to have a plan soon.
So, I put to you, my informed, intelligent, and opinionated reader: What do I say? And, perhaps more importantly, do I take the advice of a colleague who said, “Have Peyton’s parents do it.”