Well, not literally. I’m not flipping the car or other antics described in the last post.
I guess it can’t be any other way. There is no magic cure for autism. You have to take in lots of advice and experiment with different approaches because what lifts the life of one autistic kid could be fruitless or even counterproductive with another.
The universal manual of “normal” parenting fails to help. Normal parenting is to yell if you spot an emergency in progress. But if we’d raised our voices and warned Joey, “Hey, put that down. You’ll put your eye out,” we’d be living with a Cyclops by now. You learn to use soft, reassuring tones to say, “Honey, you’re standing in front of an oncoming bus there. How about standing with Mommy instead?” You find yourself looking at the world upside down.
Care giving is a practice in which common sense and conventional wisdom take frequent beatings. Which is why I try to share some spiritual perspectives here from time to time. Misery loves company as it stands on its head, and it also cries out for help that can bring things into perspective.