After I published my first post, my son started questioning me about why I needed to take photos of Fifi. Questioning, wanting to know why, seems to be part of his Asperger’s character.
So, I told him.
Then he asked if he could look at the blog.
So, I gave him the URL.
He spent a long time reading through the posting. I spent the time wondering if he was going to be upset by the fact I was writing about him. He wasn’t – in fact, he asked me to correct a couple of points, which I did.
At that point I decided to ask him if he thought I should use his name; would that be ok?
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind.”
My son’s name is Geordie – and I will be using his name now in future postings until the time he changes his mind and asks me not to.
In retrospect, I should have talked to Geordie before I started this blog. Being open and honest with him has always been the best strategy. He is cluey – and despite all the talk that suggests children on the spectrum are not naturally aware of social cues – Geordie is very aware of when I am holding something back from him.
This little scenario has served to remind me that knowing your child and what pushes their buttons is so important.