While we know we have a clever child we have never told him as such.
Yes, it sounds odd but it’s not, really.
He knows he has Asperger’s, he knows all about the Autism Spectrum, Tourette’s, ADHD, OCD, etc, but he doesn’t know he is what some call ‘gifted’.
Because we have never used that word.
We have always encouraged him in his interests – mummifying the fish at age 9 (which I just found again in the cupboard the other week), completing several archaeological digs on the backyard, building mud brick pyramid tombs for the deceased chooks, completing 5 university subjects so far, etc – but we’ve never referred to him as ‘gifted’ or ‘a genius’, he just
He knows he can prattle off the names off the geological ages of the Earth, explain what the climate is like on each planet in our solar system, describe the process by which iron ore is formed within the earth and extracted by man but he still takes awhile deciphering analogue time, tying laces is a slow process and his handwriting (like most Aspies) is akin to chicken scratchings.
Some people assume that because he’s ‘so clever’ that everything comes easily to him – it doesn’t.
Nor is he a novelty, a nine-day wonder or a freak act in the sideshow of the circus as some people tend to parade their ‘gifted’ kids.
He is Aspergian, he’s an Aspie with ADHD, Tourette’s and OCD (don’t ever bump his things out of line!!!!!!) and he’s my beautifully wired pumpkin-pie who subscribes to the Big Bang theory (and tv show) and thinks most people are bizarre little freakazoids.
No, the Martians won’t be taking over; it’ll be the Aspergians.
Be afraid, bizarre little freakazoids…be very afraid!