Over the last three years, I've become so much better at telling people
that The Boy Child has autism.
And funnily enough, the more I tell people, the easier it gets.
I've become pedantic in correcting people who refer to The Boy Child as autistic.
He is more than the condition.
The Boy Child just so happens to have autism.
Just like some people have brown hair, green eyes or one leg.
The condition does not define the individual.
During our recent visit to the Science Museum, I noticed a chap wearing a really great t-shirt. And because I knew that everyone at the Museum that morning had a connection to autism, I wasn't shy about asking him where he got it from.
The t-shirt for The Boy Child and a hoodie for me arrived on Friday.
Given the recent rough days, I decided today was the ideal time for The Boy Child to wear his.
We were meeting up with friends and heading into the City of London at a time of day we usually avoid. It felt appropriate to give the strangers in our tube carriage a heads up.
Forewarned is forearmed.
As it happened, The Boy Child spent the journey snuggled up to my friend and
was nowhere near the loudest of the four children making up our party.
I purchased the t-shirt and hoodie here.
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