It’s been on my mind for a while.
I think that the time is coming to talk to both Boys about the older one’s condition.
In general, there are few situations which don’t benefit from getting everything out in the open, on the table and under the spotlight. So to speak.
So today in the blustery sunshine Boy One and I headed out to the Knapps Loch near Kilmacolm. Him armed with a notepad and pen to detail the changes necessary when he remodels the area as a Pokemon park – “that fence will have to go, but we’ll keep the cows”. Me mulling over the phrases I might need.
My opener: “Have you notice how you are different from all the other boys and girls in your class?”
His reply: “Of course mummy. Everyone is different and everyone is unique and everyone is an individual.”
I flailed around at this for a bit. Trying to point out the things which might mark him out, but he just wasn’t interested.
In desperation: “Have you heard of Asperger’s Syndrome?”
“Ass burger. Ass burger. Ass burger,” as he hooted with laughter, bent double and clutching his belly. “You just said the funniest thing ever.”
When a few feeble attempts to restart the conversation were greeted with helpless mirth I gave up.
Maybe we’ll have to put this conversation aside for a little while yet.