I pity the fool who tries to get my son to explain anything.
Justin has the phenomenal memory that comes with Asperger’s, which you’d think would make it easier for him to relay the facts of a situation. But he also has the perspective-taking problems that come with Asperger’s (he often acts like if he saw it, you must already know about it, even if you weren’t there), which means he tends to leave out key details.
Take yesterday. Justin came home from school and said something about the “theme assembly.” I asked what that was.
“You know, the theme assembly,” he repeated. “We have one every year.”
This is his seventh year at that school. Not once has he ever mentioned a theme assembly.
After some more prodding, I came to understand that it’s an assembly wherein the entire school chooses a theme for the way they will behave in the coming year. It’s basically a forum for agreeing to a code of conduct. This year’s theme is love. Ah.
Back to his original story. “So at the assembly I got to sit on the benches…” (a privilege reserved for the sixth graders; here he looked at his younger brother in a neener-neener kind of way) “…and then we watched a pig rescue a goat.”
I waited for some context, but he had already moved on.
Brayden took pity on me. “We saw a film where a pig saved a baby goat from drowning,” he explained. “It was illustrating the love theme.”
It’s going to be a long year.