Third Son brought up the subject of Second Son. In that casual way that children have when they inadvertantly touch upon something that is oh-so-sensitive, he said “[Second Son] doesn’t read so good…”
Managing not to sigh deeply, I answered, “no, he doesn’t. [Second Son] has Autism.”
What followed was a brief discussion of brain dysfunctions. I told him that brain dysfunction are a part of everyone’s life. I told him about his father’s brain dysfunction (dyslexia), about his brother’s dysfunction, about my dysfunction. I told him he was going to be tested (he isn’t afraid of tests – yet) to see if he had a brain dysfunction. I reminded him that he goes to speech therapy because his brain doesn’t “do talking quite right and that’s how you learn to do it properly – in a class” I told him that when I was in school, I didn’t get tested and so no one understood that I needed special help to learn to hear properly. I told him we are lucky that we can get testing nowadays so that whatever “little problem in the brain” we have; we can figure out how to get learning to help fix it.
He seemed happy to learn all this. Then he was tired of the subject and we talked about other things.
The first step…