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fair2016bThrough the years in our little family, there has been a subtle but growing attitude of autism being not okay. Blue Eyes and I — and, for that matter, Joseph’s school and doctors and therapists and specialists — have all attempted to “normalize” this kid. And it’s succeeded pretty well. This school year the last major sign of “I’m different” got removed when Joseph insisted that he no
longer wanted an aide. The school staff, bless them, respected his decision and has pretty well phased the aide out. It’s going okay — his academics have declined but we’ve never expected him to be a scholar, and his level of independence has increased dramatically. At this point you’d have to sit down and get to know him a bit before you could figure out that he’s not exactly typical.

Cause for celebration, right? Well, hold on, hoss, because we are being shown another perspective.

Blue Eyes and I just completed a fabulous 4-day playshop (as opposed to workshop) on awakening to presence. Wow! Life is different when you tune into that expanded awareness, that conscious presence, and truly grok that you embody it at all times. Many gifts were received during the playshop, and one of those was our attitude toward autism.

We were talking about how sound can be a doorway to presence: music, gongs, nature sounds, etc. The instructor pointed out how we tend to filter sound rather than allowing all sound to be in our awareness and to help us access presence. During the break, I asked the instructor, John Mark Stroud, about autistic people, who often can’t filter sound.

He said that most autistic people were highly advanced souls who couldn’t quite fit the whole “typical” scene. He said that many came in with amazing gifts — not savants, but highly gifted.

Nice, right? Well, I didn’t think so. With incredible resistance I responded that it was hard to imagine a 14 year-old in diapers as an advanced soul and that no, they didn’t come with gifts.

Later, Spirit (and Blue Eyes — thank you, honey) spoke to me about that strong reaction. I realized that, of the autistic kids I know, there truly are gifts. One is amazing at technology. Another plays the piano so beautifully it can make you swoon. Our own kiddo deeply loves, and is so loved back, by his classmates. His imagination and creativity are incredible.

As I opened to that, Blue Eyes and I had conversations about how we’ve normalized Joseph — and was that a good idea? I mean, how great is this “normal” life anyway? We spoke again to John Mark, who suggested that we tune in with Joseph on a soul level when we’re with him (and when we’re not). He suggested that we let Joseph teach us some of his gifts, that we appreciate the amazing soul he is. That we step out of the parent role and enjoy being presence together. That we open to the soul agreement we’ve had to incarnate together as a family.

For many months there has been major tension between Blue Eyes and Joseph. But that evening at home, they sat together on the couch and there was peace. Joseph’s stomach was hurting, and Blue Eyes brought him a bowl and helped him while he vomited a few times. It’d been years since Joseph vomited, and later, when I asked him how he felt, he said he’d gotten the bad stuff out and felt better.

We mentioned this incident to John Mark the next day – how Joseph had maybe eaten a bad burger at the restaurant. John Mark said that no, what had happened was that Joseph was vomiting out the toxicity that had been in our relationship with him. Wow, what a perspective.

Since then, it’s been a whole new relationship. Joseph still flaps his hands and jumps around autistically when he’s excited or creative, but it doesn’t trigger us. In fact, it seems pretty cool. I had the opportunity to give one of Joseph’s friends, another kid with autism, a big birthday hug, and I could feel his energy rising up his spine when he felt my unconditional love.

Something stiff in me has melted. Last night I thanked Joseph for coming to be with Blue Eyes and me, and he responded very simply with “You’re welcome.” Later, when Blue Eyes said good night to him, Joseph said, “Thanks, Dad.” He didn’t say for what, but Blue Eyes knew. Thanks for opening to who he is, thanks for appreciating the gift he is and the gifts he brings.

I woke at 3:00 this morning and asked Spirit why I was awake. The response was that my soul was longing to express this. Thank you for reading. I pray that, if autism is in your life, you too may open to the soul agreement you and your beloved made to be together, and that the gift of it fills your heart.