I have found that explaining my son's behavior is tedious. I don't like to do it. It makes me feel like a failure at this parenting gig (and damn! ya'll know how hard it is already and then you throw Aspergers in there? Shit). Sometimes I make jokes about his behavior, a defense mechanism when I get dirty looks or when I am near my breaking point in public. Sometimes I feel such a deep sorrow for him. He's the one that gets the looks, he's the one that people whisper about as he walks away (and believe me people, I've seen it). I've said it before and I'll say it again, he's lucky that he doesn't get it. He's lucky in that he doesn't realize that the teenagers he was just "hanging out with for a minute because they are cool" are now laughing at him. Kills me , he is spared. He had a school concert a couple weeks ago. He couldn't make up his mind if he was going to do this or not. I would say he changed his mind a good dozen ...
A husband, 3 kids, a dumb dog, a sassy cat...Oh my!