Friday, November 30, 2012

God Had Nothing To Do With This

Sometimes, well-meaning people try to give our situation a cosmic perspective.  They point out how our older son has learned so much and become such a caring and responsible child as a result of our younger boy's autism.

"He's so good with his brother.  So patient and kind.  He wouldn't be the same if his brother were different."

It's a nice idea, but I'd like to think we'd be capable of raising a caring and responsible child without this fucking albatross that is autism.  Whatever.

Sometimes, they try to ascribe certain characteristics to our boy that are a stretch, at best.

"He's an angel."
"He's a gentle giant."

If you've read my previous post, you'd know the score on that.

But the thing that really gets me is this platitude:  "God gave you the child He knew you could handle."

OK, I know this is intended to pay some amazing compliment.  It suggests that my husband and I are superhero parents and God looked down and said, "Give him to them.  They will know what to do."

Here's the problem:  He's fucking GOD.  If he can control everything, why give a kid autism in the first place?

I refuse to believe that God, if He exists, gave my child autism to prove to the world what a rock-star I am.   That's just douche-baggery.

I'd like to think that God is not a douche bag.

If I've pissed you off, I don't have time to apologize.  The boy just dumped cereal on the dog.



  1. hahaha love it i have autism an cant belive what people say or how they talk to me .but i hate the special gift from god ack a gift is something u want no one want to be diff have disibiltys an stuff .i want to slap someone when they say that

  2. You and me both, Lyric. I'm sure they wouldn't want us to re-gift it to them!

  3. I just want to buy you Chardonnay! The expensive stuff - $10/bottle. ;D