My 15-year-old autistic son drew this picture today:
He’s drawn four characters (Piglet, Tigger, Pooh, and Eeyore), each in their characteristic color, and labelled in the same color. He’s signed his name in red. I really like this picture, partly because Nat never draws pictures.
I was considering using this picture as a jumping off point for writing about one of the many philosophical quandries facing parents of disabled children: the disparity between his chronological age and developmental age, or the difficulty of choosing appropriate educational goals, or discerning the fine line between his personality and his disability.
But I’m not going to write about any of those things. Instead, I think I’ll just enjoy the picture.