I’m posting this for parents of autistic kids, but it really applies to everyone. Just so you know why I’m posting this, I spent the morning at our local Child Advocacy Center. I am on my county social services advisory board, so I’m seeing stuff that is a little off the beaten path but very necessary for the folks that need it. A Child Advocacy Center is a place where abused children can be interviewed once instead of submitting to multiple interviews for the school, the police, the court, etc, and reliving the horrible event each time. It is a safe,comforting place, and they have the interview taped and all the team questions asked at one time with a great deal of collaboration between agencies.
What struck me most about the tour was the discussion about how many different and odd names people use to describe their private parts. While I’m not going to go into detail, I’m sure everyone reading can reflect on at least 4 euphemisms that bring a chuckle and a couple that cause alarm. We are guilty of doing the same thing in our household, although I’m not sure why. It seems to be a part of human nature that we can’t call our genitalia by their clinical names.