11:38am
April 19, 2015

I think this may be one of my favorite pictures of me with my dad. For some reason he is in more of my baby pictures than he is in pictures of me as I’m older. I like this one because it shows in a very visible way, the way he and I were simultaneously very similar and yet separate.
Reminds me of a mother and daughter who both had Rett’s, and they twirled around the room not looking at each other but completely in sync with each other’s body movements. My father and I have very similar movements and postures.
Unfortunately that includes our response to pain, and when he was first diagnosed with cancer his pain was very visible to me and I wanted to take it away from him really badly. (Weirdly it decreased as he really started dying.)
When my father held me I often stayed separate like this. When my mother held me I often sort of melted into her body. (Which weirdly enough was acknowledged as far back as the seventies as connected to autism in some kids, as opposed to the more stereotypical stiffening.) At least that is what I see in pictures of them holding me.
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