Jack’s Table
I saw you the other night, and I know you saw us. You know, when you looked at my son Jack jumping and hopping all over the restaurant. You looked at him quickly and then you dropped your eyes really fast to your menu.
Listen, I get it. I really do. He had chocolate frosting all down the front of his shirt because he’d baked a cake that afternoon, and he was muttering to himself like a madman. He was, as we say in our family, on edge.
Trust me, you aren’t the first person to do the look-quickly-avert-your-eyes-when-you-saw-him-thing. It has happened at least one million forty-two thousand times since my son was born.
He’s thirteen now.
But for some reason, today it made me sad. Maybe it was since we’d had a long afternoon. See, he found my car keys and tried to start the car because he was worried he didn’t have enough chocolate frosting for his cake and I barely caught him as he was walking out the door with the keys clutched in his fist.
Maybe that’s why my heart sank. Maybe not.
The thing is, my son is invisible. People see him and then they look down and they shuffle their feet and clear their throat because he makes them uncomfortable. A tiny part of them—the part no one would ever admit in the light of day—wishes he would go away so they didn’t have to look at him.
He is a boy best forgotten.
Again, I get it. He is loud. He is intrusive. He flaps and he makes these clicking noises with his tongue that make me crazy, and I’m his mother and I’m supposed to love everything about him.
Autism has never been a secret in our house—as a family, we talk about it almost every day. We tell Jack that his autism is as much a part of him as his blue eyes, and the freckles on his leg. We remind him when the spectrum disorder is making his brain think about Disney movies too much, when he should be thinking about riding his bike.
I mean, how can I deny it? How can I deny something that is so precious—so tender and complicated and maddening and endearing about so son?
We see it, we live it, we breathe it.
You know, if I could, I would invite you and your kids and your parents and your aunts and uncles and cousins all over for dinner one night.
I would invite the mailman and the librarian and the customs officer at the airport.
Cab drivers, and teachers, and bloggers, and nuclear engineers.
Muslims, and Christians, and people from Pakistan and Australia and Zimbabwe.
I would invite the whole world.
I would get a really long table and all the chairs I could find, and I would set out plates and napkins. Together, we would all sit, and at this table you would see him and hear him and know him.
You would see how hard he concentrates to fill the milk glasses, and the way he bites his bottom lip so he doesn’t spill.
You would hear him laugh really softly to himself when his older brother imitates Shaggy from Scooby-Doo, because Jack loves Scooby-Doo.
You would know he is loved.
Best of all, you would realize he has autism and it’s really not a big deal and you don’t have to be nervous or uncomfortable or anything.
Talking and laughing and sitting together, we would set a table that is wide with compassion, and long in forgiveness, and full of hope.
I like to think of it as Jack’s table, but it’s really autism’s table—or a table for anyone who is quirky, or scared, or unusual, or invisible.
The problem is, I can’t do that. I can’t have the whole entire world over because it isn’t practical. Not everyone would fit in our house and I have no idea how to cook for that many people. Plus my dishwasher is not that big and cleaning up would take me forever.
There are, however, other ways to set autism’s table.
Read an article. Follow a blog. Check a book out of the library.
Watch the HBO movie about the life Temple Grandin. It’s really good and it has Claire Danes in it.
Run a 5K for autism awareness or donate money to an organization for service dogs because service dogs keep a lot of people with autism safe.
Ask questions.
Ask about the difference between Asperger’s Syndrome and Autism Spectrum Disorder.
Ask about the cost of services, and if there are adult programs.
Ask about vaccines.
Hire someone who thinks differently than you do.
If you see a short bus pass by, smile, and wave.
If you go to a high school graduation, clap loudly for every single student when they accept their diploma, because you never know how hard some of them worked for their place on the stage.
If you coach baseball, make sure everyone plays a little each game, because running onto the field is just as important to some kids as catching a fly ball.
Put yourself in other people’s shoes.
Embrace quirky.
Try not to judge the tantrum in the mall.
Share your own story. Talk about the time you were called a mean name, and the time you tried your first bite of spicy calamari. Talk about the time you won the spelling bee. Talk about your own triumphs and fears,
Don’t assume every person with autism is a math whiz who can memorize long strings of numbers and make lots of money in Las Vegas.
Don’t assume every person with autism will bag you groceries one day.
Don’t assume that every person with autism hates tags, or loves Kmart like Rain Man.
Don’t assume.
Never say the word retard.
Wherever you go, wherever you are, don’t be afraid to stand up for the underdog. They need you.
We need you.
Meet him halfway.
If you see a tall boy and his family eating in a restaurant, stop by, and say hello.
Tell your kids about him.
Tell your parents.
Tell your aunts and your uncles and your cousins and your mailman. Tell the librarian. Tell them all about the way he looked sideways at you when asked his name, and after a very long moment, in his halting voice, he spoke.
Jack. I am. Jack.
Molly
September 4, 2017 @ 10:16 am
Beautifully written, as always:).
Cindy McDermott Cole
September 4, 2017 @ 10:51 am
Carrie, I want to be at that table too! Please tell Jack their is a mom in California that loves reading about him, and it helps her be a better mom and a better person. Please tell him I said thank you. AND to you Carrie, with my full heart, I say thank you!!!
WWS
September 4, 2017 @ 12:18 pm
To know Jack is to love Jack.
Glenna Toyne
September 4, 2017 @ 12:57 pm
You write so movingly Carrie. As a gran I have sat at ‘Jacks’ table. Thank you Jack for letting us into your life. You are very loved.
Jennifer
September 4, 2017 @ 2:14 pm
You aren’t invisible to me, Jack☺️
Janet Anderson (Grandmother)
September 4, 2017 @ 6:16 pm
As always Carrie you touch my heart. I would love to someday meet Jack in a restaurant and tell him about my 18 year old grandson who after many tries got his license this past week. I have never seen his beautiful smile and eyes light up so wide.
It was a day to celebrate and we did. While others do not understand what an accomplishment it was for him, I am sure you do. I love you Jack. Please know you have a lot of people that love you and wish for you to have that same celebration that makes your eyes light up and your smile wide. God bless you.
daffodilsandcoffee
September 4, 2017 @ 8:50 pm
I absolutely must have a seat at that get-together. I woul love Jack to pour me a big old glass of milk. Reading your weekly posts make me feel like I already know y’all. ?
Becky
September 4, 2017 @ 11:16 pm
So beautifully written! Thank you for opening my eyes and helping me see outside of my own world!
cbspira
September 5, 2017 @ 11:11 am
Eloquently written as usual.
Love this line:
Embrace quirky.
Lynn Johnston
September 5, 2017 @ 6:22 pm
Hi…You dont me me …But I saw this on Kim Ballards FB page..I loved to read how how caring. U are ..and the Love & Loyalty you have for Jack.. The fact that you defend him in the kindest of ways & have his back is Awesome. & because of this he will grow up to know how much hes Loved..he will grow up to be a very confident & kind young man w/ a posotve …Ill keep Jack in my prayers ? & if im ever gjven the oppurtunity to cross paths with Jack id give him a big warm smile ? & shake his hand..its amazing what a simple Smile can do!!! God Bless you and you”re Family…Youre Awesome!!
Lynn Johnston
September 5, 2017 @ 6:25 pm
That typo was supposed to say “positive” not posotive..?