Watching this “Perfect Storm” come and go I had no idea it would leave behind a legacy I could never have planned for. My 13-year-old son watched the news, more enthralled than ever before, more contemplative that I have ever known him. He was troubled, quiet and concerned. But here’s the thing: my son has Aspergers and concern about others is not high on his list of endearing qualities. His world is his world and whole countries could tumble around him and unless it affected his particular field of interest then it could easily go by with a bang, a whimper and a “what’s for dinner?” But not this.
And then the first of many questions came. “Mom, is the world ending?”
“What?” I nearly laughed, but then realized this question was extremely serious to him. Aspergers kids don’t really joke too often and generally asking one question leads to many more, because the first question often indicates the birth of the latest long lasting obsession.
I had sailed through the three year pirate phase with relative ease, thankful of my high school sewing classes, my son morphing seamlessly from Captain Feathersword to Captain Jack Sparrow and I was even more grateful of my Diploma in Dramatic Arts enabling me to play swarthy pirate and damsel in distress with great aplomb, perfecting my perfectionist son’s expectations.…