I went to the GP this morning; very minor op and a 6 month prescription. As soon as I sat down he showed his obvious concern for my mental health by asking if I was aware I had on odd socks. “Yes” I cheerfully replied “in support of my autistic grandson”. His raised left eyebrow indicated to me that he was up for a fuller explanation.
The Smart One, I told him, had no choice but to wear odd socks one day a few months back and was bullied about it by an adult who should have known better. He was quite tearful when he told me. I reassured him that his odd socks indicated an independent thinker and that I found it quite cool and intended to follow suit. Since that day the Smart One has always worn odd socks and K and I do too in support.
GP said “What a lovely story” and did not resort to full mental state exam.
Phew – escaped the asylum again 😉