Why is it that crazy conservative publications are so much more fun to read than crazy liberal ones? Give me the hardcore nuttiness of The New Criterion or Commentary (general, but Jewish; that’s comedy gold) over the absolutely politically correct yapping at The Nation and Mother Jones; and yes, before anyone says it, I work at what may be considered the most yappingest of them all (I disagree, but who am I to say).
But, frankly, I’m not sure what to make of this: “My son has Autism: Am I going to get divorced?” which ran on the website of the loopy conservative Washington Times.
I know that my son’s autism has been hard on my marriage. There is an imbalance in who takes care of the special needs part of our lives that sometimes leaves me resentful. Some days I am stressed because of calls from the school or a rough day on the autism front and I take it out on my husband. Money can be difficult too. There is always a need to pay for therapy, co-pays, evaluations, the occasional lawyer—and these are just the money issues that I personally have run up against. Because I am taking my son to therapy and working through homework struggles, I don’t clean as much as I should, something that is a legitimate complaint of my husband’s.
Now, yes, the author says she doesn’t think she’s going to get divorced; and she does admit that although people believe that there’s a higher incidence of divorce among families with autistic children, there’s no evidence whatsoever to support it; and yes, she mentions that raising kids is hard on a marriage no matter what. Oh, wait, that’s all she says. This is an article about absolutely nothing.
Now that’s funny (I’d say even funnier than this similar, but fictional, article in the Onion). Still, gotta love the headline. Caught my attention.
FAIR-AND-BALANCED ALERT: There is a sense among my colleagues at DadWagon that perhaps I’m a bit strident in my opinions. In that light, maybe I’m wrong about this article. Folks, I encourage you to head over to the Washington Times, check out the article and berate me for being wrong … which I’m not.