I feel like I exist in two different worlds. The world of Autism and the Outside world.
In the world of Autism, part of my job is to get my son to make eye contact with me. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. This includes, but is not limited to:
Tracking with edibles.
In the outside world, eye contact isn't always a good thing. I work in New York City. In Hell's Kitchen, Midtown Manhattan proper. That is NOT a place where one wants to make eye-contact with strangers. In this place in the Outside world, walking with your game face keeps one safe and sound. My existence in the Autism world stops when I get off my commuter bus at Port Authority Bus Terminal.
At work last week, my two worlds almost collided. Some of my co-workers interviewed a young man who was very shy. When I was introduced to him, we shook hands but he never looked at me. I had to stop myself from taking hold of that young man's chin.
The two worlds. They must stay separate.