My blow jobs have improved. It’s not like my son got autism and then my blow job-giving ability suddenly got better. It was a journey.

My son, Cal, was diagnosed with autism at 3. We tried different play therapies and biological interventions. Last year we started The Son-Rise Program.  It’s a play therapy program that is parent-directed.  These parents in the 70s learned this new-agey way to live called “Option” that teaches happiness is a choice.  Although it sounds cheesy, it turns out that happiness is actually a choice.

So Bears and Samahria Kaufman, the parents who learned and taught Option had an Autistic kid.  They used this “Happiness as a Choice” thing as the foundation to help cure their kid – that’s The Son-Rise Program. If you want to help cure your kid, google it.

Besides The Son-Rise Program, Bears, Samahria, and Raun (their kid who used to be autistic) have this campus in the Berkshires that has all these self-improvement classes.  I got my husband to do the Couples course with me.  The couples class teaches couples how to communicate and have a more loving relationship.  Sex did come up in the classes – no actual technique suggestions but more discussions on how to communicate about it.   When the women met alone, a woman said she didn’t feel comfortable giving oral sex.  The teacher said, “Who would like to teach her?”  People volunteered.  More of us wanted to be the students.  So about ten of us participants in the program (not the staff), decided to meet in a small room later and have a blow job class.

It was so enjoyable.  Not only did I learn great techniques which my husband has enjoyed, but it was so awesome and funny to hear these women’s observations and suggestions.  The unexpectedness of hearing my new friend, a 55 year-old dentist, describe certain things in detail was priceless.

My life is much better because my son has autism.  My blow jobs have improved and so has my happiness:

1)    I eat more healthy because my son is on a special diet – gone are chronic coughs and colds.

2)    My typical son got into this awesome private school, which we never would have gotten into if my other son didn’t have Autism.  (We knew all these people at the school because they worked my Autistic son.)

3)    My husband and I have a better sex life – we went on the same diet as my son and we were much more physically able afterwards.

4)    I’m less lonely – I’ve always felt lonely, even around people.  I’ve learned how to be present with my son, to help him learn, and therefore I’m more present with those that I love so that I’m less lonely.  Also, Cal has introduced me to some great friends.  His therapists and paid volunteers are like family.  Even my good friends, I really got to know by convincing them to have their kids play with my son in a very small school that we started.

At Emory University’s graduation last year (I attended because a wonderful woman who plays with Cal was graduating), the founder of Home Depot spoke and talked about what a tragedy autism is for families.  For my family, autism is not a tragedy – it’s one of the coolest things that’s ever happened to us!  I still want my son to be cured, but it’s been a great gift having him the way he is.

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