Consistency, routine, minimal disruption brought on by change.Somewhere in the universe a drill sergeant is shouting these words at cadets face down in a set of push-ups while either cold rain whips across their back and shoulders or the hot sun beats down on the neck and head. This is basic training for Autism. These core phrases will repeat in your mind for the rest of your life.
I'd like to clear something up for the normies out there. Shouting and explicit language in the world of Autism isn't hostility, it can be when pushed to the extreme but mostly it's manageable. I've learn to accept life in equal balance because of this, my nine year old autistic son uses ‘fuck you’ in equal expression to ‘good morning’ depending on where we are in his universe. I can assure you that reacting to this in your default passive aggressive attitude will not work. If Autism wants to fight you it's a straight up cock punch and you are doubled over on the ground. While I don't have the calm in the moment, my shouting has declined from hostility to the sharp attention grabbing bark any drill sergeant would snap at a cadet to snap their focus back. Put all the crap aside, animosity counts for shit. What matters are the meaningful moments. That fist bump thank you for the pie received to apologize for running late for the school bus pick up. The collection of Halloween ornaments stacked out on the dining room table is a few minutes of family bonding away from the influencer garbage on YouTube. The battles are worth it sometimes. Let the freak flag that manifests itself as being a buckethead, wearing a literal bucket on your head gets the smartphone zombies to notice.
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