“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,…” – Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
When you live in a chronic crisis, a serious sense of humor is a necessary tool. Laugh or cry, do or die, we set our pace and continue to move forward, even when we’re not sure of our actual destination on any given day.
The isolation, the distance from the norm, has been our family’s normal for many years now. I guess the one thing we have in common with other families is that our life is also a mix of sadness and joy, struggles and celebrations. This walk with autism has given us a realization of what’s big and what’s “just silly”, as Morgan would say.
As our current world situation is beginning to come apart at the seams, we each have our own way of dealing with crises. Some panic. Some seem oblivious. I find myself doing my usual tap dance. It’s that dance I do to distract Morgan, hopefully make her laugh and get her back on track. It’s that side step I do to get us out of uncomfortable situations in public, when we’ve said or done something that raises eyebrows or drops jaws. Please forgive my missteps as I’m learning new steps during this time. We all are. I hope we’re all learning to be more forgiving, less critical, more supportive, less selfish, and seriously learning to lighten up on each other. We’re all in this together, apart. I look forward to gathering again soon. Virtual hugs to you all!
Know The Hope,