Echolalia: That’s What She Said

Love this blog – what a great writer this person is.

Musings of an Aspie

When my daughter Jess was a toddler, we had a set of board books about the Disney Babies, which were the “baby” versions of Mickey, Minnie and Donald. Jess loved these books. For months, every night we had to read her the Disney Baby books at bedtime. The opening line of one of the books was

“It’s a bright sunny day. The Disney Babies go out to play.”

How do I remember that? Because to this day, I’ll still occasionally walk outside and say, “It’s a bright sunny day” and if The Scientist is around he’ll reply with some variation of “Mickey and Minnie go out to play.”

Yes, he remembers it wrong but that’s not my point. My point is that this is what delayed echolalia looks like in someone who has functional language skills. More than twenty years later, I associate that story with good feelings. Reading it…

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Hello world! Jules here.

Not too sure what I’m doing here.  I know that it has something to do with autism, and mental health, and wanting to speak out, speak up, give voice to fears and hopes and tiny, dark little needles of pain and disappointment and loss, and use them, like an artist uses charcoal, to frame and define the brightness and beauty of life.

I don’t want to write too much at once.  Want to keep it short and sharp.  Sharp, not sweet, I notice. Interesting.

I already keep a private journal. This is different – more focused, more disciplined, an exercise rather than a release.  And yes, in time, perhaps, an opportunity to say things that I believe need to be said, over and over again, until they are heard, accepted, repeated as common knowledge – things about differences, about striving, about pride and honesty and freedom from the current constancy of cynicism, postmodern irony and piss-taking.

Not yet though. Not yet. Today is just for hello. A nod and a smile and, ‘I’ll be seeing you’…