As with most children with Aspergers Harrison is a concrete thinker in other words he takes everything literally.He is not good with jokes or dare I say it "having his leg pulled" and sarcasm just doesn't have a place in his life.
We now understand that our instructions to Harrison need to be clear and direct with out any idioms or cliches and we have learnt that simple things that were said to us as we were growing up are just confusing for Harrison.
Of course we didn't get this to begin with. I can clearly remember telling "Harrison to pull up his socks" and then watching the confusion on his face as be bent down to do exactly that thinking in the process that mum had definitely flipped her lid this time. Then the time we were looking at houses and I happened to say "that's not my cup to tea". From the back seat of the car came a little voice most concerned as we were not having a cup of tea at the time but more importantly where was the cup of tea and who did it belong to.
So while we are now aware to the black and white in Harrison life he still lives in a world that communicates on many levels in idioms and cliches which is how I learnt from Harrison about our Ticket to Heaven.
We were sitting having breakfast one Saturday morning and talking about what we could do for the day. Harrison suddenly spoke up and said "I've got it Mum how about we go down to the train station at Robina and take a trip to heaven!". I waited as I knew that there was more to come and it did. Harrison continued " We had religion at school on Thursday and the religion teacher told us that we all had a Ticket to Heaven so how about we go down and use that ticket today?"
I had to think quick on this one without getting too deep so my reply was."Darling, that sounds like a great idea but did the teacher mention that a Ticket to Heaven is one way and that once you are there you cannot come back. Heaven is a special place where you go once to have lived your life here and your life is just starting so I don't think it is the right time to use that ticket just yet".
After a little quiet thinking on Harrison's behalf he replied, " You know Mum the religion teacher didn't tell me that, perhaps she doesn't know it's one way, guess I have to mention that to her next week" and with that Harrison hoped down from the breakfast bar and went off to his playroom.
I couldn't add another thing and looking back to this I would not have wanted to. Harrison was happy and I felt blessed to have had this passing conversation with him that I will never forget and if he did ever go back to the religion teacher with his knew found knowledge I guess she understands a whole lot better about "Tickets to Heaven".