[Jessica is my 5 year old son’s 25 year old best friend. She teaches him appropriate times to use cool words like “Scrilla scrill!” and “Come on!” when playing video games, shares snacks with him, runs around with him, and acts as his “reward” when he completes a behavioral therapy program. She gets together with “Tootles” as she calls him, weekdays at the office where we work and sometimes, on weekends at home.
Jessica is a regular contributor to this blog. Her posts appear here every other Saturday – when I can get them out of her… (and give Mommy a little break!) So, here it is now… Please enjoy”Adventures with Tootles!”]
I haven’t seen Tootles in roughly two months (thus no guest posts from me). It’s been a long, torturous time for me. I would constantly text Tootles’ mommy to see how my little buddy was doing and what he was up to. I left notes for Tootles and his mommy before Court on a few days. I hella missed him!
Finally, it was Tootles birthday! I was gonna be able to see him! I was STOKED!
I drove what seemed like 1000 miles to get to his house. I showed up and was ready to get my party on with my little buddy! I had it totally planned out in my mind as to how it would be. Finally reunited!!
My idea of what my entrance to the party would be like:
I walk in, hair perfectly curled and blowing in the wind. Tootles sees me from afar. We both open our arms and do the outstretched-arm-run-towards-each-other-in-slo-mo thing! Of course, I’m looking very modelish, hair still blowing and perfect.
We finally reach each other! HUGS!! Then Tootles tells me everything that he knows about Bat-Man and the evil Joker…. We are still buddies and the world is back to normal.
I walk in, hair kinda sucking it – sticking to my face cause of the rain and wind. Tootles sees me not from afar. He walks right past me and goes up to Trista (his new FAVORITE buddy) and tells HER all about Bat-Man and the evil Joker. He gives Trista a hug and then runs off to bask in the fact that he gets new toys very soon. I try to unstick the hair from my face and hope that I look quasi-decent while I walk around and meet some new peeps.
TOOTLES! What happened?! We used to be best buds! Ever since I have been around the office after my “sabbatical”, Tootles has either given me the cold shoulder or told me to drive away on my motorcycle. (I don’t have one.) I feel like we are scorned lovers from a soap opera. I had a brain transplant (typical soap opera storyline…) [Editor’s note: What? The fake death and evil twin is the standard storyline – duh]. And now Tootles won’t love me cause I am not the same!
One minute, he’s angry,
Laughter, the next minute,
One minute I’m being treated like a princess… The next, I am being punished…
We will will have to wait to see what happens next week on…. Adventures with Tootles (Cue bad soap opera drama music!!!)
[Solodialogue’s Note: Jessica’s Adventures with Tootles shows what I consider a very healthy, accepting and nonjudgmental relationship by someone who knew my son, but did not know autism and then has the word “autism” introduced into the equation. True, that when I told her of his diagnosis, I was a little taken aback at her blunt – so what- approach. But since that day, she has shown me how adding a “label” to certain behaviors does not have to change a relationship between my son and others, and between others and me. She’s shown me that autism is irrelevant to who we really are inside. And she’s shown me that what I sometimes view with worry and fear, can be viewed with laughter, tickles, and love. Jessica can be found on Twitter @squidkisses. She freely taunts all who engage her…]