There are reasons, reasons that mostly have to do with being a neurodiverse family in a world that isn’t always friendly to neurodiverse peoples and a desire to have happy kids who grow into happy teens who grow into happy adults.
Step one: family therapy.
Well, step one is actually creating a happy home environment, but family therapy comes somewhere between steps six and twelve.
Thus far, Jack has been doing most of the therapy, but our therapist wanted all of Team Stimey to come in this week. So we did. And we participated in a puppet show. And said puppet show was so illustrative of Team Stimey’s family dynamic that it was almost embarrassing.
The plot that the munchkins came up with was simple enough. Jack’s pirate attacked Alex’s monkey while Quinn’s dragon puppet set everything on fire. Sam had a police man puppet and did a great job trying to restore order—right up until the dragon ate him. Oh, and me? I was the firefighter running around ineffectually trying to put out fires.
In the end, I’m not sure if just Quinn survived or if Jack and Quinn survived, but I do know that the dragon ate most of us.
Frankly, the only thing that would have made this little metaphorical play more true to life is if my puppet had whipped out an iPhone and taken a picture—which I really badly wanted to do.
Afterward, the therapist interviewed the puppets. When she asked me how I felt when I was eaten by the dragon and I said, “At least it was over,” I knew almost immediately that my answer was wrong. I mean, she claimed there were no wrong answers, but deep down I know that there were and I’m pretty sure that I gave one of them.
Regardless, at no point did the therapist’s eyes widen in horror, and we are still on her schedule, so evidently we are not outside the realm of help. Also, I’ll let you know when she finally tells us the secret to happiness, because I’m pretty sure that’s what happens in therapy, right?