Turning Eighteen

My son Rahul, the subject of this blog, is quirky and innocent. His life has been hard in many ways, primarily because he is not neurotypical. He has an autism diagnosis, an anxiety diagnosis, maybe even an ADHD diagnosis.


He has a phenomenal memory for specific things like birth dates or what happened on June 10th 2003. He can spend hours poring over sunrise and sunset times in various places. The changing patterns of the sun's journey through the sky and the gradual emergence of darkness or light never fail to thrill him. He absolutely loves people. Sometimes, because of his anxiety and nervousness, he says things that sound inappropriate or mean. But at heart he really is a very sweet person.


Rahul is on the brink of adulthood. Soon he will graduate from high school. We are looking forward to the future (more unknown for him than for most) with trepidation and hope.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Living on the brink

The other day Rahul was quite silly in the car on the way to school, a carryover from the weekend ..and I got a little worried as we approached the school entrance. "Are you going to be OK in school Rahul? Are you in a school frame of mind?" Rahul grabbed his backpack and skipped out, blithely proclaiming, "Being good in school is easy. I am good all the time."

It might appear that way, given the fact that this school year Rahul hasn't had a single problem so far. It's been almost two months and, compared to past years, it is an astounding record. (I know, I just know that I'm tempting fate by writing this. But I am a rationalist and I don't believe in tempting fate and so I will write this. Besides, even if he has a terrible day tomorrow and every day after that, it will still have been an astounding record.)

As I said - it may appear to be oh so easy for Rahul to be good in school but it sure does not feel that way. Since I wrote about the E. Coli episode, he has had two health-related worries. One was CTE. He read an article in school about multiple hits on the head being connected to CTE, something football players have. That required some discussion, googling and reassurances. Another day it was a worry about worry. Apparently long-term worry can lead to heart disease and stroke. A long conversation was needed to convince Rahul that this happens only indirectly through high blood pressure or obesity or alcoholism, it's not a direct connection. Then there are numerous instances of  the silly look or silly laugh accompanied by "in 2010 when baba said".. or "can I tell you my random sexual thought about...".

Given all of the above, every day that goes by without incident in school seems like a lucky day.

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