Autism Dad: Shopping Fetish

As soon as we enter the grocery store, Ben takes off running…down the aisle, a left turn…and he is gone! I take off with his younger brother, Ryan, to find him, poking my head down every aisle, checking with the clerks, enduring the judgmental stares of suburban housewives. I imagine word getting back to Ben’s mother and being painted as an irresponsible dad who lost his autistic son. Finally I find Ben. He has in his possession six or seven boxes…cookie dough, hot dogs, and Mac n Cheese among them – which he has carefully picked out. He drops them in the cart and runs off to get more.

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4 Responses to Autism Dad: Shopping Fetish

  1. PJ's Mom says:

    At least he knows what he likes? ;)

  2. bw says:

    I would just laugh at the housewives along with Ben. Nice one AB, wtih your “gris lit”
    style a true raconteur. Does Ben really want a Jag, though.

    “If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.”

    -Octavio Paz

  3. Veronica says:

    Last time I took my son to the market, he thought it was fun to hide in the beer cooler! Luckily he didn’t help himself to any of the stock.
    It’s always interesting taking the kids to the store. Yeah, “interesting” :>

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