There seems to be a lot of negative energy in the autism blogosphere lately.
Some of it has surfaced as heated debate; some of it as the normal sadness and discouragement that we all feel occasionally, autism-related or not. Some of it has bloggers I like and respect on the defense because they're feeling personally attacked. Some of it has centered on a controversial ad campaign from the National Autism Association.
I'm starting to realize why the Tylenol Sinus pills I've been popping haven't touched the throbbing pain in my head.
But there's been wisdom in the blogs as well. One thing - one word, in fact - has gotten me thinking.
Yesterday, two different boys in two different stories on two different blogs used one single word:
I don't know Nat or Charlie, and I won't presume that I can deconstruct the levels of meaning in their particular messages (though my hunch is that Susan and Kristina could do it beautifully - perhaps we should add "interpreter" to the list of synonyms for "parent"). But I do know Bud, and I understand his economy of language - why use three paragraphs when three words will do? - so I believe that there was an enormous depth of meaning for them.
Their words - their word - has shaped my thinking all day.
I want to use that word more often. To other people. And inside my own head.
I want to use it more, and I want it to mean more. I want it to shape my thinking beyond today.
I know that life is not all sunshine and roses. Charlie and Nat know that, too. But if they can do it - and they can do it - then so can I.