Saturday 28 January 2023

Autism & Name-Calling

I finally did it.

I crossed the threshold from being occasionally distracted to living in the twilight realm of pleasant confusion.  

I called Finian "Milo".

Milo is the dog.

It's a fine line I managed to stay the right side of for an admirable stretch.  I suppose I should be grateful that I realised I did it.  And that Finian didn't respond to it.

Silver linings, and all that.

Tbf, Finian and Milo have a lot in common.  They both chew the furniture, howl at invisible phantoms and have, on occasion, used the kitchen floor as a toilet bowl.  Easy mistake, really.

I can't blame overwhelming stress for my lapse, either.

As a family, we're cruising through relatively smooth waters, and relishing every minute of it.

Finian is thriving in his adult day services.  He loves hanging with his  friends at his Saturday youth club.  Our older adult 'kids' are painting their own worlds with evolving palettes.  

On a professional level, I'm in the messy process of setting up my own counselling business.  This is fun, if you consider skewering your eyeballs with toothpicks fun.  I comfortably hold space for clients as they grow through the dark recesses of their souls;  however, swallowing the alien language of sole trading, revenue and marketing is like drinking bleach.  I'd prefer to rote learn Ulysses in ancient Aramaic. My resistance has resistance.  But, still, this is not the source of my mis-dropping of names.

Maybe this pleasant confusion is peace?  

It's nice to lean into it without waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Maybe I'm relaxed enough to allow things be as they are? 

To breathe into this life, without pushing, grasping or resisting, accepting the tornados and sinkholes as part of the rich tapestry, is a nice place to be.  When people talk about the search for their 'authentic self', this is where it lives.

Surrendering the weight of trying to force life to be other than it is, is deeply wholesome (if unfamiliar).  Confusing my son with the dog is a pretty stitch in the comfortably bewildered embroidery. 



2 comments:

  1. Comfort, contentment, and perhaps even complacency has similar symptoms of confusion and being distracted...in my world at least. You gave me a 😃 chuckle

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