Okay mostly they’re baby steps, but the other night, Mommy was reading to him… and he sat and listened! He even turned the pages! Usually he just wanders around the room and we just kinda hope he’s listening, but this time he was right there, miracle of miracles, SITTING STILL. He even brought her the book: Peter Rabbit!
Some days I see glimmers of very normal intelligence through the stims, the relentless frenetics, the insistence on experiencing the world in a sensory, rather than abstract faction. Every now and then while he sits plucking at the piano, that he’ll extract a perfect 5th or an octave and he’ll play it again and again, before the derps take over and he just mashes the keys.
I don’t need him to be normal, I just need him to come into my world and let me into his.