Out of the mouth of Amigo, age 16...across eight states and two countries.
How long will it take to get there?
Can I sit in the front again?
Should I bring my cane?
I don't have a brain.
You decide. I can't.
I can't choose.
You have to do it for me.
I can't.
I don't know how.
I have rights, you know!
Should I bring my cane?
What should I order? You order for me.
Is this food safe for me?
I can't decide. I don't have a brain.
Do you know where it is?
You didn't tell me that!
You need to tell me everything!
What should we do today?
It's my life, you know!
You need to decide. It's your decision.
Do you know how to get there?
Why can't I sit in the front?
I need to get my way, sometimes, too!
Read the trucks!
Mom, you missed a truck!
No elevator? Aw, crap. I hate stairs.
I don't know. I never know.
I don't have a brain.
Mom, let Dad do it.
Dad, let Mom do it.
Should I bring my cane?
I really need to clarify that most of these statements came up on two specific days, one being the day we had a flat tire on the way to catch our ferry back to the States from Nova Scotia. It was a very stressful day for the whole family. We had a good vacation overall. But darn that teen behavior, that Asperger's behavior, and the way they overlap!!
Ha! Sounds like any road trip with any teenager! But, no whines about the radio station? Or not getting cell phone reception to text? Glad you had a good vacation!
Posted by: Nancy | June 26, 2008 at 11:37 AM
Well, he brings his own radio and headphones along, and that helps. I think I whined more about lack of cell phone coverage! :)
Posted by: Daisy | June 26, 2008 at 12:37 PM
He sounds JUST like the boy up the street, who I am convinced is Asperger's, though his parents don't see him as anything out of the norm.
"I have no brain." Oh, honey, you must: *something* is making your words pour out...
Posted by: Ilona | June 27, 2008 at 08:05 AM