#late development

[soundkiosk]

I need to learn about hashtags. Lesson 1. They look like sharps.

[mysticdragon3md3]

Joker didn't get pulled from Smash Bros.   He's just waiting for Ryuji first.  ^.~

[autism-asks]

I started reading and learning basic math very late! I was around 12 when I finally got it all down! I wasn't very verbal as a child, and would sit just listening and watching everything! I always felt dumb about taking forever to learn how to read but now knowing Im autistic i understand myself a lot more :D

That’s great! I’m glad knowing you’re autistic has helped you understand yourself better!

I was (and still am) this way with anything new that requires gross motor skills. I was way late learning how to walk and wouldn’t do it until I felt certain of it. Once I did, I never stumbled or fell though - I went from crawling to running with no problem over night!

-Kath

[sallyscircle]

Jump, Missy, jump

I've always developed later in life. Sometimes by minutes, sometimes by years. My cousins have a phrase for it: "Jump, Missy, jump!" Let me explain. Rewind to my cousin Susi's 2nd birthday party. On the home video taken that day, you see Susi and all the other kids jumping up and down in a circle. Camera pans to 2-year-old Missy (as my family calls me). Instead of jumping with the other kids, Missy's gazing at the yet-to-be-eaten chocolate cake. A moment later, all the kids stop jumping. Suddenly, Missy starts jumping up and down. All by herself. Always a little behind. Always a little too late. Even now, at 26, I'm still sometimes behind. This weekend was spent with my two closest friends from college: Katie and Linda. Katie just got engaged and is inches away from buying her first house. Linda had a beautiful wedding last summer. I love the happiness they each have found, and I'm so excited for their big events. So I say this not in jealousy (I promise, girls!), but in surprise of myself, at my own unreadiness. Always a little behind. Always a little too late. Timing is everything, they say. Katie likes to compare life to a highway. Some speed by in the fast lane, some travel right at speed limit, others stay in the slow lane. I admit it: I'm a Sunday driver. I keep my hands on 10 and 2 and proceed with caution. I wear my seat belt. I go slow. Always a little behind. Always a little too late. The thing is, I know I'll get there. I always do. I just wonder how to take such a big step into adulthood without my mom. I've already made some imaginary plans for whenever that day may come. I've booked Aunt Sherry for dress shopping. And there are several other "adopted moms" who would help: Aunt Christine and Aunt Max, my best friend Laura's mom, my dad's girlfriend Susan. Plus, my dad's been Mr. Mom (and done an amazing job at it) for quite some time now. I've got plenty of people on my side. Just one person who can't be: Sally. Do you have any "substitutes" in your circle? Someone special who has stepped up for events big or small?