I used to write on the internet a lot, posting daily on my blog defective yeti and serving as a contributing editor for The Morning News. I wrote about whatever interested me — books, movies, politics, board games — but my site was most often classified a “humor blog”. It was crucial to Pigeonhole All Weblogs back then, so you’d know the Bloggy Awards category in which you were going to lose.
Then one day, about a decade ago, I up and had a kid. For the sake of anonymity I referred to him by nicknames, The Squirrelly originally, later as Squiggle. Most of my posts about him were light-hearted, but when he was three I revealed to my readership that he had been diagnosed with autism. The announcement is one of my most read posts, and the outpouring of support in the comments continues to amaze me to this day.
Aside from a handful of sporadic updates in the last few years, I have largely stopped writing about my son on the web. There are number of reasons for this, foremost among them the fact that I have largely stopped writing about anything on the web, unless I can express the sentiment in 140 characters or less. Another, at least originally, was that fear that the things I put on the indelible internet would come back to haunt him someday, as ammunition for malicious peers. As the profundity of his autism has become more apparent, however, this has become less of a concern. He is currently enrolled in a special needs school where he will remain until twelfth grade, and there is no threat of bullying. Even if there were, teasing and taunting are among the many forms of social interactions to which he remains oblivious.
What’s stopping me from writing now? Sometimes I lay the blame at the feet of the autism. Caring for a special needs child takes considerable time and energy, and my son requires near-constant supervision. Finding the time to peck out a 500 word post is a challenge, I tell myself. But I know full well that I am rationalizing my lack of discipline. I would be writing, if I chose to write.
And so, I choose to write. For one month, I’m going to tell you about my favorite things in the world: my son, and my relationship to him. You can read the posts here, or follow them on defective yeti where you will also be able to comment. I don’t have a schedule of posts or a plan of any sort, so if you have questions, or if there’s a topic you’d like me to address, please drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org or use the Ask Page.