Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Uncertainty

I lost my job last week. It's nerve-wracking on a good day and to most rational people. However, in the current economy, it's downright frightening. I dreaded having to tell my friends. I hated that I had to tell anyone. Most, I really didn't want to tell my oldest son. I knew he would simply have a much harder time with this than the rest of us would - because it's such an uncertain situation and he needs to be sure - about everything.

It will be hard for both of us because I'll grow tired of answering questions that I have no answers for and he will ask more the longer my unemployement goes on. They will sound like, "When will you get a new job?" or "Where will you find a job?" and "How will be pay for what we need?"
How can I explain that I simply don't know the answers to these questions no matter how much I wish I did? How can I possibly try to convince him that everything will be okay when I have no tangible proof to that effect?
He will ask more and more frequently as time goes on and trying to ask him not to and explain why will not help at all. As he both becomes more anxious and attempts to immerse himself in his trouble tyring to find a way to deal with an untenable situation he'll have to ask. He's jus tnot capable of not asking - because things change and you can never be sure when or why. We have plenty of evidence for that, don't we?
With each day that passes, he will become less and less comfortable. He'll ask more and more often. There's no getting around it. I know he doesn't mean to irritate me or point out exactly why I should be stressed

I know he means well and will be essentially thinking out loud as he continues to ask these same quesions over and over. But to me it will sound like, "Don't you know what you're doing? Anyone else would have a new job by now." or "Are you sure you're worth hiring?"
At the same time he wonders if I'm doing all I can, he'll need to know that I'm still here for him despite that I can no longer be defined by any employment. If something so fundamental can change then surely the possibility exists that other foundational characteristics can change without warning too. He'll want to know that I'm not going to focus so intently on my job search that I can no longer pay attention to him or his brother. Or maybe I'll just stop paying attention for some other reason that makes just as little sense.

He'll want to make sure I'm remaining as balanced as possible.
He'll check on me during the day from his high school classroom by sending texts, "You okay?" He's such a sweetheart. How is it the kid with Asperger's is the one who knows that this is the correct way to behave toward someone who they can't help, but they wish they could?

Saturday, January 15, 2011

New Year - 24 times?

New Year's is a difficult concept for my son. It's more than just the passage of time, it's realizing that the concept of time and the way we measure it is completely inept and inaccurate. "Time" for my son - just is. It's not something that is different in one place from what it is in another place.
Of course, he understands that clocks measure time really don't do a good job of it. More, they serve as very poor yet tangible markers of the passage of time from past to present and then to future.

The New Year comes in parcels according to the boundaries of an imaginary line; the GMT (human drawn lines which make no sense). The line isn't straight, and follows arbitrary political or geographic boundaries - also determined by people. And while my son accept this, he knows it's not true. He goes along with the collective lunacy of the world's population and chooses to celebrate New Year's at the moment that it arrives in our particular time zone - as opposed to when it really arrives which is impossible to determine on a human level. Someone would have to know when the Earth started orbiting the Sun - the exact moment. Or better yet, the exact point at which 'time' began.
As far as my son is concerned, time envelopes the world. It actually happens all at once and simultaneously. It's people who have it wrong. The sun doesn't set time. Time simply exists outside the confines or constructs of humans and their relationship with Earth.

Celebrating New Years is no different than choosing to celebrate any other human defined holiday like Christmas or Memorial Day. But with New Year's the fact that this holiday is so conspicuously celebrated at individual times around the globe is so much more pronounced and therefore, so much more ridiculous for my son.
I've tried explaining it but I don't think I will ever be able to transform subjective logic into believable science.
So, my son has adapted. He chooses to celebrate New Year's at the time that it occurs when it reaches the US. "The Ball drops at 11 o'clock"