One of the more irritating things about parenting an autistic child is the question do they have a special talent? If I’m in a snarky mood, I reply that my son can recite every single episode of a specific TV show perfectly. When I’m feeling less snarky, I’ll explain that savant skills are really not a great concept.
But, today, I thought I would let you in on a secret: I have a “special talent”. It’s a talent because not everyone has it, and it’s special because of the intensity of this particular talent.
I am a magnet for jackasses
I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I have a tendency to recognise the patterns in the words jackasses use. I seem to instinctively call out their jackass side for all the world to see. Maybe it’s because I have the type of personality that people react to strongly. It seems people either love me or hate me with a fair amount of intensity, and I really don’t know why. This happens both online and offline, but it is far more obvious online than it is offline.
So, that’s my “special talent”. I’m pretty lucky, right?
Mostly, I don’t mind it so much. I would far rather see the jackasses coming than be caught by surprise. But at other times, I would like to know why I seem to have this ability when not everyone does.