Monday, April 04, 2005

This Child Brought to You By...

These days our house has been full of the lilting lyric of underwriting announcements from PBS Kids.

Bud's echolalia has advanced to the point where he now adopts the form and syntax of memorized speech, but pulls out salient nouns, verbs, proper names, etc. to make what he's saying fit the situation he's in. Some of these constructs are exceedingly complex, so "One day in Teletubbie land, all of the Teletubbies were very busy when suddenly a big raincloud appeared," becomes "One day in Bud's house, Mama and Bud were very busy when suddenly Daddy appeared" - this, instead of "Daddy's home."

Anyway, lately everything has been "brought to us by" or "made possible by" something. So I picked him up from preschool and he greeted me at the door with "School was made possible by a ready-to-learn grant from the U.S. Department of Education, the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, and by contributions from viewers like you. Thank you."

Another day last week, virtually everything - Zoboomafoo, lunch, bathtime, Black Car - was brought to us by "the makers of Danimals yogurt."

That night he climbed into bed with a heavy sigh and said, "Mama, I love the makers of Danimals yogurt."

Who says public television is commercial-free?

2 comments:

gwuinifer said...

Performances like this one make me wonder if I'm on the spectrum myself... *laugh* My husband and I can have an entire (MEANINGFUL) conversation consisting solely of movie quotes. And I'm embarrassed when people point this out at times- we do it more frequently than we notice, and if anyone else is present, they get totally lost in the inferences. We don't intend to do this. I think that its something like having a "song" as a couple. You could look at it as cheap and lame to take someone else's emotions and use them to exemplify your own. And, sure, you could possibly be more specific if you really worked at it and wrote your own love sonnets. But sometimes the emotional/psychological baggage around a song's lyrics mean much more than the song itself does, like where you first heard it, what you were doing, etc. And that baggage is unique to the person/s, in many instances. I think that a big portion of echoalia is just that- why reinvent the wheel every time you want to share something with someone when you can merely reference something you're both familiar with and get a richness and individuality with it that would take a lot more words/effort to create? You know what I mean?

Longhorn Diva said...

Okay, I just discovered your blog tonight. And while I have been tempted by profound recognition to post a comment to nearly every entry, I have been trying to read through your archives first, before I posted, so I got a sense of the histpry of your blog.

But I can hold back no longer. Oh my gosh, does your Bud remind me of my Tucker???

Just to let you know, I found your blog by typing "Aspergers parenting blog" into google, which brought up and about.com article, and I clicked on your blog because I laughed with complicity at your blog's title. Living in a red state (Texas) much to my consternation, and being a coffee junkie, I of course chose youe blog over the others. I must have been directed by some higher power.

My Tucker is SO like your Bud. "Would that be a good idea?" "Mom, how about your don't sing, okay?" and more than I can remember at the moment.

Living in a different part of the country, we are faced with a different bias towards our diagnosis - a bias towards Aspergers Syndrome, although T has a pragmatic language delay, and is not un-afectionate at all, and has great imagininative play. The old, "If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, but doesn't have any feathers; ...than it must still be a duck" syndrome.

We got the diagnosis last October, after a horrible kindergarten experience led us to an independent eval., and have been searching for an appropriate school since then. I have meetings with schools all the time, only to be told that although they think he is "precious" he doesn't fit their profile, or they have suddenly discovered they are full. We are waitlisted at our best hopes, and basically down to where we are resorting to the local MH/MR and school district options...not great here in TX, as you might imagine.

At any rate, I really just wanted to say that I feel my spirit has lightened to have found your blog today...less alone in this universe, and also so heartened to see that there are other mothers out there who has kept their sense of humor. We are blessed with these amazing and special kiddos.

Thanks for your voice and mothering. And the sense of humor, liberal politics and caffeine addiction that led me here ;).