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Do some "little things" that "can't be eaten as a meal", a mental essay of an autism spectrum father

author:Solitary Noodle

At night after school with my girlfriend, I met the grandmother of my classmates, and I greeted us from afar, but I didn't recognize it, on the one hand, because I didn't wear glasses recently, I couldn't see clearly in front of my eyes, on the other hand, in the school class, I and my girlfriend were mavericks, and my eyes were almost all occupied by my girlfriend and things about her, and I couldn't intersect with more teachers and parents.

Even if there is an intersection, there are too many reasons about the 100,000 reasons on me and my girlfriend, and it is inevitable that I will be like Xianglin sister-in-law if I say too much with one mouth, not to mention that many things are full of mouths and cannot be clear, so I have to give up.

Do some "little things" that "can't be eaten as a meal", a mental essay of an autism spectrum father

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The grandmother's concern was nothing more than "Why do you want to accompany?" "It's okay to see how beautiful she looks?" "Isn't it true that the family is studying and not learning to see that she and the family are almost not accompanied?" "How can you sit in class?" "How can you earn money by eating with you all day?" "Didn't you have another one?" ”......

Alas, I am by no means averse to any attempt to understand autism and understand my girlfriend, but I do not know how to explain all of this clearly, in the same world, but not far from the end of the world.

Do some "little things" that "can't be eaten as a meal", a mental essay of an autism spectrum father

Speaking of the general school life in the past year and a half, there are surprises and regrets. What surprised her was the progress of the girl's long stream, when she made the decision to enter the general school, all her expectations and goals exceeded expectations, although it was still far from the current educational standards, but her every small step opened up a broader living space for herself. Ironically, almost all of my happiness comes from my girlfriends, and the autism spectrum group I live in is full of grief, and they are regarded by the world as a desperate flood beast, and the only thing that comes to mind is powerlessness.

It is even more regrettable that the small self and the girlfriend are like a lonely boat in this increasingly fierce torrent of education in this inner volume, if it is easy to overturn, it will not be able to stir up a single storm... When I first entered school, in addition to the expectations of my girlfriend, I was more angry and wanted to try to challenge the environment, so that more people could really understand autism, rather than even if they knew only the autism from the perspective of expert medicine or even the casual Baidu, to change the status quo of general educational institutions mentioning autism only with a full configuration of expensive vacant resource classrooms and sandbox games...

Unfortunately, to this day, except for the days when I am tired of coping with my own hardships all day, I have not been able to do more, but can only become more and more maverick.

Do some "little things" that "can't be eaten as a meal", a mental essay of an autism spectrum father

People's understanding, the whole society's thinking, culture, humanities, medical care, education and other links are interlocked, pulling out the radish to bring out the mud, I am a small person with a praying arm as a car, alone, can not shake the slightest, I can only make myself an ideal "martyr".

I know that tomorrow's utopia of the autism spectrum is still out of reach, and I still have to do my best for the future of me and my girlfriend.

Fortunately, although I have no money, no power, and I am also very stinky, almost useless, but I boast that I have an absolute "advantage", that is, I can "suffer".

In addition, I also know that there is an old boy in this world who is "not self-sufficient" who is also dreaming the same as me, doing those "small things that cannot be eaten as food", moving the cake of the gluttons at the top of the food chain of the autism spectrum, which I jokingly call "underground workers".

Do some "little things" that "can't be eaten as a meal", a mental essay of an autism spectrum father

There are also the partners in my group who have never met at the end of the world but have been accompanying me in my dreams and silently supporting me.

The road is long and the road is long, and I will seek up and down. Gentlemen encourage!

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