For those of you unaware, people with autism can be very literal with their use of language and can have trouble understanding these kinds of informal uses of language (examples below).
For those of you unaware, and really if you've been paying attention, none of you should be unaware... I have a tendency to talk first and think second. These things just come out of my mouth before I give myself a chance to think about whether or not Child 1 is going to know what the hell I'm talking about or not. As a result I find myself having to do a lot of explaining, which would be totally unnecessary if only I could pay attention to myself. It's kind of annoying.
Me: Don't worry, dude, I've got your back
Child 1: What are you going to do to my back?
Me: Okay, guys, let's hit it!
Child 1: Hit what? Are you going to hit me?
Me: I'm afraid so.
Child 1: What are you afraid of?
Me: I beg to differ
Child 1 makes this face:
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And my kid on the spectrum? Oh, so many issues, though he is learning the fine art of joking. Our biggest problem is our sarcasm, though. It goes way over his head and sometimes causes major confusion, like when I say, "Sure, yeah, throw the wrapper on the floor. I'd LOVE to clean up after you" he's all like, "Okay, cool."
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I once made the mistake of saying something about not getting his undies in a bunch. Tate pulled down his pants to prove his underwear were just fine. :)
Gotta love their literal nature....
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The husband and I also have a sarcasm problem I'm sure will bite us in the ass with Mr. Literal one of these days.
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I've misunderstood sayings like that, myself, when living in other countries. Once, in Belgium, a co-worker said, "I'd better go shopping soon, I've got dead mice in my kitchen."
Naturally, I thought she had a rodent infestation, so I made some comment along those lines - to which the rest of my office mates burst out laughing...
Turns out that, "having dead mice in the kitchen," is a Belgian saying for when you're cupboards are so bare that even the mice can't find anything to eat.
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MFA Mama · 675 weeks ago
When the kid was five and a half, I had a really bad GI bug that resulted in dangerously low BP causing me to pass out every time I tried to stand up (this was especially bad since I was home alone with my children). I had to call 911 and they dispatched EMS to come and help. The operator asked me if the door was locked, and I said yes but the five-year-old could open it. She suggested that I let him know beforehand so he wouldn't be scared, and I called him over. We'd discussed 911 before and how it called "the helpers," so I said "okay since I keep falling down I had to call 911. An ambulance is going to come and I need you to open the door for the helpers when they get here, okay?" He said okay, and then I heard truck-noises and heavy footsteps out front. "There they are, go open the door!" I told the child, and he went to the door but I didn't hear it open, just lots of knocking and the sound of voices talking on radios. "Open the door, buddy!" I yelled. "Ummmmm Mommy..." said the child. I heard the voices saying "the kid's just standing there, get me the axe." My ex-husband would have killed me if I caused our front door to get chopped down with my inconvenient illness, and I got worried. "OPEN THE DOOR, BUDDY, HURRY UP SO THEY DON'T HAVE TO BREAK IT," I yelled. "But Mommy," the child finally said, "you said to open the door for the ambulance people. That's not an ambulance outside, it's a firetruck!"
*facepalm*
(the door did not get chopped down, I quickly explained that firemen are helpers, too, and the kid let them in)
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