Yesterday morning the local UU hosted a discussion on how to reach out to people warped by intolerance and help them to become tolerant. It is a vital discussion, especially given the current climate, but the whole time I was there I felt a critical component was missing. While the information was good and vital, such as don’t mock people’s beliefs, try to find the common ground, etc, several people talked about how they just couldn’t have these conversations without them deteriorating. As I was driving home it hit me. It’s easy to talk about calmly having these discussions with people who hold intolerant viewpoints in a safe setting filled with people who agree with you. It’s another thing to hold them when you hear someone spout hatred, especially if you are, like I am in the southern US, surrounded by people who hold these views.
While no one in my family is a scientist, I grew up in a science literate family. My parents subscribed to Scientific American and Discover and several other periodicals. Our home library was filled with books written by Richard Dawkins, Carl Sagan, Stephen Jay Gould, and Stephen Hawking and others. We even attended university lectures with Dr. Gould and Dr. Hawking.
One of the multiple problematic things happening in our government is Trump appointing Robert F. Kennedy Jr, an anti-vaxxer who believes there is a conspiracy to hide the effects of thimerosal on children, to chair a panel on vaccine safety and to revive the “debate” on vaccine safety. As the parent of an autistic child, this angers and worries me.
It’s finally happened. After 6 years and two months of using diapers Buddy used the potty at home. And let’s just say, it was a long, frustrating road, made more difficult by the fact that despite all of my reading and researching, I couldn’t find anyone detailing the same problems I was seeing who could tell me how to approach it. Even the experts were either unhelpfully condescending or baffled.
One of the more challenging aspects of homeschooling has been hammering out the schedule. Buddy is in therapy for twenty hours a week, four days a week. This is good because they do work on academic skills, but it still makes finding the time challenging. In the morning I’m so focused on getting everyone dressed and out of the door on time that it doesn’t happen. And after five hours of therapy, Buddy is tired and doesn’t want to do more table work. And then in the evening I see clients for my counseling practice.
Usually when I ask Buddy to pick up his toys at the end of the day, he ignores me. Since he was 2 I would attempt various ploys to get him to clean up. Some things would work once, and then never again. This was frustrating for numerous reasons, but especially because as a sensory seeking autistic child, he can make a large mess in a very short amount of time (pretty much he dumps his toys bins everywhere). He will also move furniture, such as the dog kennel around (he’s big and strong).
Tomorrow we are looking forward to celebrating Buddy’s first birthday party that he has invited friends from his school to (and I’m nervous that no one will show up). Buddy has bonded with the other little boys in his class and hopefully he’ll have a fun filled day with them tomorrow.