I do not understand why kids with Autism are treated so poorly by society in general. I know this is a common question, but I think that only parents of Autistic kids can fully comprehend it. Jason and I have virtually no friends. The two or three people who will associate with us only do it sporadically, and prefer not to have Jaymes around when they are. None of the other moms in the neighborhood want much to do with me. I'm not an unpleasant person, I generally get along with everyone. I'm quiet. Unfortunately, my son is not.

When I first met our one neighbor on the corner, she was out feeding her horse. Good common ground, as we were getting ready to buy Jaymes a horse at the time. We chatted about her fencing, her kids, etc. A few days later, Jaymes and I stopped over and he played a little while. But each time we saw this mother, Jaymes would show a little more of himself. Started out just wandering around her house, opening the fridge. Stopped him, but you could tell she was a little creeped out. I stopped him, of course, as always. It progressed to him screaming once or twice when I stopped him digging into something.... Then one day to a tantrum in her driveway as I was getting instructions on how to care for her horse, who I had agreed to watch during her vacation. That was pretty much it... She's still friendly, but you can tell she would rather not have Jaymes around her place or her kids.

You know, I get it, I really do. It's awkward to watch someone's child throw himself on the driveway and beat his head and scream. I know. But he's not like that 100% of the time. Jaymes loves other kids. He sees her five year old son and wants to play... But I have to stop him because it's become evident we're not really welcome.

The only other kids on our street are older, 9 and 12 I believe... they do come play with Jaymes, which is great... But they're annoying as anything. Someone explain to me why these kids can play with the other neighbor's kids, with their awful behavior, and mine can't?

These kids, a boy and a girl, will walk right into your house. No knock, nothing. They just invite themselves in! Apparently they have done this to most of the people on the street. They've only done it once to us, thankfully we were both fully clothed, not doing anything we didn't want seen, etc... But seriously. Who lets their kids do this? Not only that, but they'll come at the kids bath time, and pound on our door. Most people will leave when their knocks go unanswered- but do these children? Nope. They will go from the front door, to the side, to the back door banging as hard as they can. For 30 minutes. Without stopping. Yelling at my dogs to make them bark.

I am not the mean type. I love that the kids want to play with my kids, I really do. But I like my personal space. You do not come into my home without permission. You knock once, if I don't answer, you go away. You stay out of my horse pasture. If you get kicked, I'm liable. I don't have liability insurance, and I sure as heck don't have the money to cover your medical costs. True, my horse is the most well behaved old man I've ever met, but that isn't the point. You do not constantly pick up my not yet two year old daughter and dangle her upside down on the trampoline. Sierra knows to run to me when they appear. And so, I avoid it. Jaymes loves them so much, too, that I guess tolerance would be prudent. I guess, given my reaction to these children, I can understand my neighbors reaction to Jaymes.

My kids don't run wild and unsupervised around the neighborhood. They don't barge into other people's homes They don't damage property, nor do they damage gardens or harass animals. They stay on our property, under constant supervision. I expect them to behave. Why can't people see these things, and look past the less than desirable behaviors?

I'll tell you why. Because my son doesn't understand when you tell him he can't touch the electric fence because it's on. Because he doesn't understand turn taking. Because he wants to wave your broom back and forth across his face, and snuggle a big rock in your yard. Because when I stop him from something, he falls to the ground screaming and crying, until I have to physically drag him home.

But you know something? It's been worse. It can be worse. You have never seen the worst Jaymes can get.

Know something else? Jaymes isn't a spoiled brat. He's not getting away with everything. He's not neglected, or ignored. He's not a bully, nor is he doing anything in a mean spirited way.

He has Autism. My child is what he is, and the most any of us can do is work to try and make it easier for him to function in a world that cannot, or will not, bend to accommodate his needs.