DISHONEST BODIES

Having an autistic child teaches me a lot about the human condition.

It’s 3: 30, 4:30, 5:30, sometimes 6:30 am.

Dublin searches for words to communicate what he wants.

He can't find them.

He squeals. He groans. He slugs his mama.

Mama laughs. 

When she can't find the words to communicate what she feels, she squeals (but only with her eyebrows). She groans (but only with pursed lips). She'd like to slug some people (but only collects her frustration and stores it in her stomach).

Realization: some of us who are perceived as “neurologically typical” have very dishonest bodies.