- Posted March 28, 2014 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Communicating through autism
Soccer on TV
I have three daughters and and an amazing wife. A man couldn't ask for more. But it was hard at first. I had my son. I dreamed of soccer tournaments and throwing the ball and watching games on television. Guy stuff. When he was diagnosed and as time went on from there I was heart broken. You get over that quick. It is selfish. You accept autism and try to find the answers. There are none. Robbie is who he is. And I love him for who he is.
He likes roadmaps and highways and elevators and about 2 years ago he discovered the Ipad.
We found out he could read already. He could type. A new world opened up for us because we now began to communicate. He shows me things and requests things and tells us when he is sad.
Only 2 weeks ago Robbie and I were sitting in the living room. He on the couch myself on the chair. He was on his ipad and I had on some cartoons that he wasn't watching. He got up walked over to me and handed me his ipad. I looked down and saw the following words
"Soccer on TV" I said "you want to watch soccer?" In his syllabic voice he uttered "Y..E..S..." He climbed into my lap and we sat there and watched soccer. Father and Son, on a saturday, hanging out watching sports. Life is tough sometimes. Autism is hard. It is difficult. It is a challenge each and everyday. But for that few moments we watched soccer on tv all was good.