Directly after we got "the word" that our son was autistic, we were kind of shell-shocked, to say the least. All the usual cliches apply here -- "going through the motions", "sleepwalking", "in a fog", etc. etc. All I really remember from those times was somehow making it through the day, getting Zac to bed, and then watching marathon Dick Van Dyke episodes on Nickelodeon. From about 8 to midnight, it was Dick Van Dyke non-stop.
I wanted to be in another world -- another dimension -- another place -- than the one I was in. If I was with Rob and Laura and Sally and Buddy, then I didn't have to deal with my life. And it worked. From 8 to 12 things were great. Give me Nickelodeon and a blanket to wrap myself in, and everything was fine.
Unfortunately, the Dick Van Dyke Marathon was only a week long.
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