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	<title>Comments on: Guy and Dolls</title>
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	<description>Parenting, Autism, and the Pursuit of Being Awesome</description>
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		<title>By: Tim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 04:42:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ernie (Bert creeped me out) was my constant companion through most of like the first decade of my life. My sisters were nurses and put all kinds of stitches in him to hold him together. Every other stuffed thing in this world was irrelevant as far as I was concerned. 

I also didn&#039;t learn to tie my shoes until I was 6. I am the world&#039;s worst kinesthetic learner. I really do have some motor planning issues I&#039;ve decided. I remember struggling with buttons and zippers and everything else too. I guess I needed one of those dolls.

I do think if someday they are much more able to classify the various types of autism to a much finer degree, I bet we find that there are very subtle forms of it and that I&#039;ll be somewhere in there. I don&#039;t meet the current diagnostic criteria, but I come closer than a lot of people might think. Half the time when I write a post I think, dude that&#039;s kind of like me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ernie (Bert creeped me out) was my constant companion through most of like the first decade of my life. My sisters were nurses and put all kinds of stitches in him to hold him together. Every other stuffed thing in this world was irrelevant as far as I was concerned. </p>
<p>I also didn&#8217;t learn to tie my shoes until I was 6. I am the world&#8217;s worst kinesthetic learner. I really do have some motor planning issues I&#8217;ve decided. I remember struggling with buttons and zippers and everything else too. I guess I needed one of those dolls.</p>
<p>I do think if someday they are much more able to classify the various types of autism to a much finer degree, I bet we find that there are very subtle forms of it and that I&#8217;ll be somewhere in there. I don&#8217;t meet the current diagnostic criteria, but I come closer than a lot of people might think. Half the time when I write a post I think, dude that&#8217;s kind of like me.</p>
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		<title>By: DJulie</title>
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		<dc:creator>DJulie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 23:11:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to have a dress-up doll when I was a kid, and of course, it had a name, and for the life of me, I can&#039;t remember what it was.  I got it because my grandparents were worried about my coordination skills, and the dress-up doll had something to button, something to zip, something to tie, and so on.  They spent endless hours with me trying to teach me how to tie the laces, which, of course, I never could do.

I love that smile on the J-Man&#039;s face!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to have a dress-up doll when I was a kid, and of course, it had a name, and for the life of me, I can&#8217;t remember what it was.  I got it because my grandparents were worried about my coordination skills, and the dress-up doll had something to button, something to zip, something to tie, and so on.  They spent endless hours with me trying to teach me how to tie the laces, which, of course, I never could do.</p>
<p>I love that smile on the J-Man&#8217;s face!</p>
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