Things have been insanely busy around the Pink Cup House, but I wanted to catch you up. Frances, at nearly 11.5 years, is changing. For one thing, she has become very tall and lanky, and she’s starting to appear more teenager-ish. For another thing, she is now likely to share facts with people as aContinue reading “Changes”
Me: I’m so lucky to have you. Thank you for being you. Frances: Who else would I be, Johnny Depp?
Frances: Mummy, do you know what I want for my birthday? Me: What do you want for your birthday? Her: Cold. Hard. Cash.
Frances: Guess what I’m going to do when I grow up. Me: What? Her: Stay at home! Me: What?! Her: I’m going to stay at home and make my husband do everything. Me: *Oh…she’s been paying attention.*😳 😂
I know that it’s my job to make sure that Frances knows social rules and to help her make sense of them, but sometimes it is very endearing when she doesn’t remember. For example, in the car recently, Frances handed her sister some food that she intended to share and then said, “You’re welcome.” “YouContinue reading “Appreciation “
I’m not the only one in the family of whom Frances asks wonderful, out-of-the-blue questions. Occasionally, I get to overhear conversations such as the following (in the car, when she was seven years old): Frances: You can’t touch feelings. You can’t see feelings. So, why do you believe in them? Pink Cup Dad: I experienceContinue reading “Driving and feelings”
Frances has always struggled with pragmatic language (social language and skills in everyday interactions with others). Partings for Frances have always been difficult in the sense that, at first, she didn’t know that speaking is necessary when people temporarily part ways. Then, after some time, she realized that something needs to be said, but didn’tContinue reading “Saying goodbye”
My eight-year-old daughter, in the car today, said: “So many things amaze me in life — like why people chose cars and why they tamed dogs and horses. But it is also annoying — no matter what answer I come up with for why humans exist, it isn’t enough.”
Last Saturday, we drove to Frances’s ballet lesson, but we also tried to have a bit of a leisurely drive as well. I’ve written about it before in a lighthearted manner, but I don’t mean to trivialize the fact that it is very difficult to drive with Frances. It is hard to admit thatContinue reading “Lessons”
My art journal began well before our younger daughter, Frances, 7, received the diagnosis of high functioning autism spectrum disorder (aged 6), before I suspected or acknowledged that her development was not typical, and before Aspergers became known as HF ASD. Keeping the journal has been useful in a few respects: it was sufficiently informationalContinue reading “Driving “