There is a lady I have seen a few times in our Doctors surgery. She has a special needs child. We have exchanged smiles and nods, she seems lovely. I really want to chat with her. I don't know anyone in my area with a special needs child and would love to have a friend close by who 'gets it'.
I am afraid though that the words 'Will you be my friend?' will burst out of me and I will look like an idiot. That question works for children but as an adult I need to be more graceful. After all, she might not want to be friends! I also need to be considerate because her child is visibly special needs, mine is not. She may be offended that I am approaching her on this basis when she may not be able to immediately recognise that my child has special needs.
Jean from Planet Outreach started this wild rumour recently 'there is more to life than autism'. While I know Jean is telling the truth, it is a truth I am having difficulty coming to terms with. In the last 6 months, since HRH was diagnosed with autism, I have found that our lives are taking a very different course to that of my 'old life' friends.
I am not complaining here, but I find it increasingly difficult to be with people who feel sorry for me and say things like 'you have it so hard, I feel sorry for you' or 'you poor thing, you have so much on your plate'. I need to be able to talk with people who understand I am not complaining when I let off a bit of steam. Everyone lets off steam, it just happens that what I talk about has a scary name, autism. At least, it seems to be scary as far as most people are concerned, but it's not, I promise.
I am so lucky to have my Facebook friends, an online support group for parents of children with autism. I met up with some of the Mums earlier this week. I had only met one of these Mums in person previously. It was lovely to just sit down and chat with these women. I felt like I had met them all before and it was so relaxing. I am still enjoying the glow I got from just that few hours.
It was meeting them that has convinced me I should approach the lady in the Doctors surgery the next time I see her.
So back to this lady then. I suppose it doesn't really matter what comes out when I open my mouth, it is more important that I just do it. I might try waving the PECS folder about a bit first, in a white flag kind of way. I must remember that she may not be as
Has anyone any suggestions of a line I could use that is a bit more grown up than 'Will you be my friend?'