Okay, so this just happened tonight. I am still reeling a bit. My boy waited until just before night-night time to completely blow my mind. It’s like I always say, the sparkles come when you least expect them and sometimes they completely blow the lid off of things.
I have never been able to explain my autistic son’s memory. In some moments it is non existent since he struggles with memory issues but, in other moments it flashes with brilliance and is jaw dropping. Being as non verbal as he was for a long time, there was never much memory to talk about because, truly, a boy who can’t speak can’t share with you about his now or his days gone bye.
The last five years or so, as his verbal abilities have increased, so has his ability to give back his impression of what is or was happening to him. I relish these observations when he shares them and I share them with you mostly titled as, “Reasons to love autism: Moment…..”. Today, however, this is too big to leave as simply a moment.
So, here goes. Keep in mind he is thirteen now.
Wyatt: I used to have a really bad dream. It was like a nightmare.
Mom: What happened during your nightmare?
Wyatt: It was that red Teletubbie and that lemur.
Mom: Po and Zoboo?
Keep in mind these were programs mostly my now 15 year old daughter used to watch eons ago and this is the first time he has ever mentioned them to me.
Mom: So what happens in the dream. Do you remember a show?
Wyatt: No, I remember this laugh. It’s kind of creepy.
Mom: Whose laugh?
Wyatt: That lemur. He shows up in the screen on the Teletubbie’s belly and he laughs this really scary laugh.
Mom: That does sound scary. When did you have this dream?”
Wyatt: When we lived in Ohio
WE LEFT OHIO IN 2004.
Mom: Did you have the dream after you started in Miss Mindy’s preschool class? ( I ask because he started Miss Mindy’s class when he was four and a half.
Wyatt: No, it was before that.
This is when mom’s jaw drops. That had to have been in 2003. He was non verbal and four years old.
I have said it before and I will say it again….AUTISM SPARKLES…and shocks and amazes. You never know what these kiddos are taking in. They may not be able to express what is happening but it does not mean the tape recorders aren’t rolling.
Mom is floored. I wonder what else he remembers about all those moments when, because he was not verbal, I thought he was not paying attention. Silly, silly me.