The son is no less a goofball than the daughter. He is a regular Mr Bean. He loves to laugh, literal roll on the floor laughter.
At swimming, he discovered the diving platform. I wasn’t even changed into my swim costume when I watched him march right on to the top level of the diving platform. It looked like he absolutely knew where he is going and what he is doing.
With great confident strides he reached the edge of the platform and my heart just stopped. At the edge, he looked down and froze.
I strangled a scream because I realised what he realised. It wasn’t a good idea to jump. He just sat down on the platform, his legs dangling and himself enjoying the view.
I changed peacefully and went up to join him in admiring the view. The world just needs his perspective. To go someplace and not do what others do.
Then he is one who can actually doze off on the world’s scariest roller coaster. He sits looking perplexed at what all the fuss is about. He doesn’t bat an eye when the roller coaster makes you upside down or spins in all dimensions known to Einstein.
He scoffs at all the noise, “shut up, silly people, enjoy the ride”, he seems to say.
Once down, all the regular people are puking or are too stunned to speak. He will calmly join the queue to go back on the ride and wait his turn.
He doesn’t like idle talk. Put on some music and swing on the swing is his idea of heaven.
While riding his cycle, he doesn’t make eye contact with people, so oncoming traffic is always alarmed but unharmed. He rides almost seamlessly smooth avoiding obstacles like cows and humans.
The only threat to his peace and joy are other people. He subscribes to Neitzsche’s view ‘Hell is other people.’ And from experience of life with a disability like Autism, I fully endorse his view. No great threat to humanity than humans.