I am rebloging this post, due to i really understand this. I will be doing my own post on what i am going through, and how not right this kind of this is and how common. As the feeling goes I do feel you.
I need help, please was a bit of expressive language that some good teacher or therapist helped our son with autism to use years ago.
For a person like our son, navigating an array of impairments like fine motor and personal care skills, the request is vital for opening a bottle of juice or getting to the bathroom on time. (Of course he also learned to use it to enlist mom and dad for remedial action; I need help, please could signal a wardrobe change or a bathroom cleanup.)
It’s a sweet phrase in our family life. It’s entered that volume of cute things the kids used to say, so my wife and I might raise our voice to a childlike tenor and say it if we can’t find some item around the house.
But it came to mind in a more serious context this week when I asked a…
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