Well… it’s over.
After weeks of Mom and Dad trying to get me to the train room, setting up my trains and encouraging me to enjoy them as usual, then failing in their attempts… they gave up.
It was with sheer desperation that my answer be something that would lead Mom to believe that I would return to what was my every breath (pre-surgery) that this conversation happened:
“Jackson. Jackson, are you sure you want me to put away your trains?”
“Uh-ha”, I answered nodding my head yes.
“So… this train”, she held up one of my newest most sought after engines, “Do you want to keep it?”
She held such hope in her eyes, Dad watched us, “No”, I said.
“Nope!” I wondered how many times she might ask me this. Then she asked again, like I knew she would.
“So, Jackson… do you want to take this BACK to the store, or do you want to KEEP it?”
See, I can many times just answer the last of what I heard. Many kids with autism and other language or developmental disorders can do that too. Our processing speed isn’t the fastest and so we tend to hang onto the last thing we heard and parrot it back as a (seemingly) good answer. Because of this, Mom and Dad have taken to asking me questions multiple times, switching the order of my choices to get a count or average of my answers to figure out what my answer really is. So… she switched her order…
“Take it back” I said with absolute assuredness.
And there you have it!
I left to go swimming with Dad and O and B, and Mom took apart my tracks, reorganized and packed away my trains.
I’m pretty sure there was a tear in her eye.