So my kid dropped the F bomb at school. Yea, that kid. The Dude.

And now I am officially the worst mother in history of all autism.

I’m not going to plead innocence here. I drop the F bomb several times a day. The nature of my job, my life and the fact I live with a man means I have more than one occasion in my day where it’s appropriate.

But I never thought Dude took notice of it. And it was never like I dropped F bombs at the top of my lungs.

Not only did he use the word. He used it appropriately.

Teacher: “Dude, I need you to sit down and do your math work.”
Dude: “No, F*** that!”

Now here is the thing. For some reason, this doesn’t horrify me as much as say, when we caught him looking at Japanese Hetti softporn on Youtube. Mainly because this is the time when kids start to use colorful metaphors.

But it is always amazing to me how horrified the public is when a person with a disability expresses themselves in ways that they feel is inappropriate, almost like they want to keep the person in a state of childhood in attitude and deed. I haven’t decided how I feel about that, save that it seems kinda naive

But using at a teacher in a classroom is never correct and I have talked to him about it. Twice.

When his teacher told me, he was VERY embarrassed. He tried to drag me away from the conversation and he asked his teacher NOT to tell me.

So, this whole thing has taught me, aside from how truly mortified I can be picking up someone after school and still be fully clothed, that my son does listen to everything, that he can learn auditorily, and that he can apply it.

F’n A that,s great!

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