Obsession Sundays. Our newest obsession.

ob·ses·sion

  [uhb-sesh-uhn] 

noun

1.

the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.

2.

the idea, image, desire, feeling, etc., itself.

3.

the state of being obsessed.

4.

the act of obsessing.

Origin: 
1505–15;  < Latin obsessiōn-  (stem of obsessiō ) blockade, siege, equivalent to obsess ( us ) (see obsess) +-iōn- -ion

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Meet Steve.  Steve is from Mind Craft.  For the record I know absolutely nothing about Mind Craft except for the fact that it's N-Zilla's new obsession.  Which means it's now mine.  Which means some how it will be worked into his "sensory diet.

This funny thing happens when your kid is obsessed with something...it drives you-the parent-crazy.  Or just me.  I am not by nature a fanatical person.  I don't understand  it, but N-Zilla does and like a lot of things that goes with being a parent and/or a parent of a child with AU...I love it because he loves it.  If I don't embrace I will destruct...so when in Rome or Mind Craft do as Steve and N-Zilla do.  

If you've met one person...Then you've met one person.

Their is a saying that if you've met one person with Autism then you've met one person with Autism.  This is true.  If so-and-so's brother's sister's cousin who is Autistic didn't like the texture of pizza doesn't mean N-Zilla doesn't like pizza.  In fact his taste/smell/texture aversion is to anything turkey, thyme, and mash potatoes.  I made the mistake of making N-Zilla eat mash potatoes once and had to clean up the mess that followed.  
I know that I'm being sensitive to or have lost my patients with certain comments like: I knew someone with Autism and so-and-so didn't do that or He does so well for having you know or Doesn't seem like their is anything wrong with him. These statments makes me frustrated and angry...and I get tired of being the front woman for AU, Sensory Processing Disorder etc. All I know is that I am an expert on N-Zilla and a very bad one at that.   I know you mean well or just don't know what's ok or not ok to say.  That's why I smile and nod or politely respond with a vague answer.  If I have the energy I will go in detail.  I will save my bitching for the car ride home or blog about it later.