Thursday, 25 June 2009

i no can have cheezburger, cat's have all...

Fabian was sitting twitching and dribbling today. It wasn't a pretty sight. He was telling me all about stuff he'd done in the past. A lot of it sounded half mixed in with fantasy but something he'd never told me before was that he'd went to be tested for asperger's disorder a few years back.

An old school friend of his who is now a primary teacher said that a pupil of hers had it and the kid reminded her of Fabian Wildman when he was at school. He went to see the autistic society people on Botanic Avenue. The lady behind the counter told him that he had to make an appointment with the doctor to get tested but that she thought he was "neat" for taking the initiative. I thought of the scene from In Bed with Madonna where the old harpie makes fun of Kevin Costner.

He said the the doctor told him he might have it and that he showed signs but they were very mild and unless he felt he needed help he should think about not getting tested because he'd have it on his records for the rest of his life and regardless of equality legislation people can be prejudiced about these things.

Fabian Wildman said that he had read all these books on body language and social cues since he was a teenager and that's why it doesn't show on him so much, but he's convinced he has it.

Then he boked on himself and asked for Boom Fizzle. Personally I don't think he has it, because I know he had a sheltered upbringing, but I could be wrong.