The Boy struggles with rhyming words. Or at least he used to. We would sit and try to learn them together.
I would start, and then encourage him to continue, sounding out the letter of the word ...
Me:"mat, hat, c-c-ca-ca"
The Boy: "dog"
Me: "Nearly, we'll try again... rat, bat, f-f--fa-fa"
The Boy: "Daddy"
It was just a word association game. The idea of things rhyming seemed to be lost on him. He'd pick up new words fairly easily though. And then use them inappropriately. His new favourite word is 'literally'. And it's now included in pretty much every sentence. I asked him what it meant and he shrugged his shoulders and said "cool?".
Literally isn't the only new word in his vocabulary it seems. There's one other. A swear word. THE swear word. The WorseWordInTheWholeWideWorldEver. The word I have been dreading him learning. Ever since I knew he had a skill for profanity, my one saving grace has always been "well, at least he hasn't used THAT word yet". Until last week...
The Boy goes to a disabled swimming club. At the end of the lesson the instructor called me over and told me the news I had been dreading. The Boy had used the WorseWordInTheWholeWideWorldEver to another boy. I said I'd speak to him. We got in the car.
Me: "Did you say the WorseWordInTheWholeWideWorldEver to someone?"
Perhaps the one saving grace in all this is that The Boy can't lie. Most of the time lying wouldn't even occur to him.
The Boy: "Yes. AND HE SAID IT BACK TO ME!!!!!"
Me: "He was probably upset. It's a really horrible word."
The Boy, filling with rage: "Well, he shouldn't have said it back to me!!! And anyway, you can't call it me! It doesn't even make sense with my name. It doesn't even go!"
Me: "What do you mean?"
The Boy: "It doesn't work with my name!!!"
Me: "I don't understand..."
The Boy: "HE'S CALLED MATTHEW LUNT!!!"
Well, it seems my son can rhyme after all. Literally...
(Names have been changed for obvious reasons!)
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.