[quote]63Galaxie wrote:
I suffer from the same thing: I see myself as a small guy, but I may not be as small as I think. I too have spent my life in the shadows of the genetically gifted. My father had 17-18" arms - and never touched a weight a day in his life. I didnt weigh 100lbs until I was 16 or so. I mentioned this in the gym today and my nephew said “now your the biggest guy on the team”. I just dont see myself that way. Sometimes self perception is way off. You are a big guy.
This can be the time in your life where you “come into your own” so to speak. Watching your vids. you have all the tools.
Does your son have Aspergers(sp)? My oldest does.
BTW yeah the bar should ark. That way you pull in your lats a bit more.[/quote]
63G- I have been called, more times than I can remember, “big”, “stout” or what-have-you. Of course, as a football player, I always compared myself to my peers. As a 6’2" (lost an inch over the years) 235# lineman, I was small. I never compare myself to the “average” guy. And I can sympathize. My dad had 19" arms (but did workout). I have worked my rear off to hit the magic number, but still sit a hair beneath 18".
A 100# at 16?? Wow! My how you have grown! I weighed 220# at 16…but knew better than to mess with the smaller guys 
Thank you sharing that. Where on the spectrum does he fall? Any history of it in the family? They say that genetics plays a big part of it.
They are not labeling him as Aspergers. He is intelligent, and picks things up quickly, but is speech delayed by about 2 - 2 1/2 years and, while aware of their presence, pretty much ignores humanity (I suspect that, while dangerous, that will lessen his stress in the long haul). In our house, though, he isn’t given the luxury to ignore us at length. If my wife and I are not forcing him to engage us, his little brother definitely is!
His stimming is not severe, unless really bored or there is too much going on. And, like his dear old dad, he zones out a bit (spends part of his time in his head, rather than the outside world). In fact, the psychologist who diagnosed him (mild autism), after going over family history, said that he is 98% sure that I am an undiagnosed Aspie (Aspergers…again, mild).
I spoke really early, was blessed with a good IQ (I do have my biological father to thank for that), but was so shy and socially horrified that I didn’t have my 1st “real”, sustained relationship until I had passed 20. I wanted one, was compelled, but the social aspects were cumbersome at best. Of course, I have since learned that, with women, “cumbersome” is the norm
(God bless my wife. She is truly a Godsend.)
I was blessed, though I thought cursed, with a family of extreme extroverts. I wasn’t allowed to be shy…and, no, not in a bad way. My dad and grandfather were just the types that never met a stranger and loved to interact with folks. So, I learned to adapt. It is still difficult at times. Heck, even posting here the 1st time felt awkward.
Funny thing about my son…Just after turning 5, he decided that he wanted to play on the computer. He immediately got frustrated because he couldn’t make it do. He knew, from watching me, that he needed to use the mouse but didn’t know that a) he needed to move the mouse b) that the mouse moved the pointer and c) that the pointer had to be used to make the computer function.
I sat down with him, put my hand over his (despite his protests) and showed him what to do a couple of times. During the course of the week, my wife and I showed him how to use a desktop shortcut, navigate around (nickelodeon website) and helped him with a couple of games. Within a week, he had learned to go in the computer room, boot the computer, logon, launch the webpage, navigate to the games section, choose the game we wanted to play and play it. What was truly amazing was that he had figured out, and was playing very well, two new games by weeks end.
Now, he gets computer time everyday. The little rugrat even figured out that if he sneaks his Scooby-Doo movies into the computer room, he can play them on the computer.
For all the visions that people have concerning children that are not neuro-typical, I can honestly say that he is a joy. Yes, it can be frustrating at times. And, yes, we are fortunate in that he is “mild.” But I can’t imagine him any other way. And, honestly, I don’t want to. He is my “Bubby” (nickname, of course…started as Bubba).
Fortunately, he is mild enough that we are going to mainstream him next year (Kindergarten), with an aide, of course. They believe that he will, as he gets older, for all practical purposes fit into the “normal” world. He will just be a little quirky. Like me.
Arc good! Check. Thanks. And thanks for the vote of confidence.
This is one of those times that I am thankful for my Aspie tendencies. Autism often carries with it the ability of extreme focus. If tempered, that can be a great ally.