Another godfuckingdamn label.
I got the form today.
Johnny is my christening godmothers youngest son.
As a child I remember how different he was and the nervousness I felt when around him which didn't dissipate even as a young adult when he came to my wedding.
He stared blankly, with a look I now recognise, into the camera when the traditional family pictures after the service were taken.
Recently, his older brother proudly told me of his enormous talent for reading and memorising maps.
Johnny, now in his early thirties, was a walking GPS unit when they recently were in London having memorised the entire train network and most of the area they were in whilst they were visiting their sister working over there.
None of his family probably knew what it was he had back then or if they did I don't believe they understood it.
Certainly there was no name they gave to us.
We just knew he was different.
The uncomfortable feeling he gave me is most certainly the feeling others have around my youngest son Mark.
Not that I blame them for that.
Pot. Kettle. Black.
And shit, I would have given anything, anything to "cure" him.
To save him.
To undo whatever it was that I had done to make him this way.
To rid the guilt.
The realisation of how futile, desperate and pathetic those actions were came like a blow to the head.
In all that time when I couldn't accept his diagnosis of autism I never stopped to think I wasn't accepting him.
The human being.
And so it must be with Matthew as well.
He may be.
He may not be.
Sign the form, take him to the shrink.
Tonight after dinner I just limped towards the bed then curled tightly into a ball, sheets over me, the door shut so he wouldn't see me.
Bereft of rational or calm thought.
Tomorrow I may throw myself at it, embrace it, accept it, love it.
Or maybe next week, or next month.
Just not today.
A week and half ago on his birthday I was driving him to school.
La Roux on Triple J was singing about how she would be bulletproof (this time).
He said to me from the back seat "Mum, I'm twelve now and I've got my whole life ahead of me".
Our eyes met in the mirror and crinkled at the corners.
"Yeah, you do" I told him.
You do Matthew, you do.