You're Good For Me

Chapter 1

Is anyone really considered 'normal'? Let me give you my opinion on this topic. Hell no, no one is 'normal'. I hate, yup I said I hate that word. It's so demeaning. Nothing and no one is 'normal'. Webster's Dictonary defines 'normal' as "confroming to a type, standard or a regular pattern" (i.e. normal working hours, a normal childhood). Again loath this word nothing is normal just because it fits into a standard form of measurment of something.

According to my doctor I fall into the 'normal' range of the autism spectrum for my age and gender. I'm 17 years old and a male. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Sawyer Greene, I live with my two dads, Xavier and William Greene and I'm openly gay. I call Xavier Papa and William Daddy. Papa and Daddy adopted me when I was only two years old. My biological parents were killed in a drive by shooting. From what I understand, when I was a small child, my biological family and I did not live in the best, hell even decent neighborhood but my biologicial parents couldn't afford to move us to a safer neighborhood. I had a sibling until the day my parents died. His name was Shay and he was a year younger than me, he died too.

Papa and Daddy adopted me when I had only been at the orphanage three months. In that time the nuns were worried about me, they thought that perhaps I was not intelligent because I didn't communicate with them nor any of the other children. The nuns told my new parents that I had OCD tendancies that they though were odd for a two and a half year old. I would obsessivly allign my food in front of me in the same particular pattern every time and I would become frusterated if someone moved something out of place. I also had ocd tendancies toward how many times I washed my hands every time I washed my hands causing them to become red and chapped.

I still do both of these along with new ones that I've developed over the last fifteen years. I have to fix any picture frame that is crooked, I cannot eat breakfast, lunch or dinner until ten minutes after the hour for example breakfast time I do not start eating until 7:10 a.m. I don't like new people or situations, to help reduce my anxiety over these situations, it's better if Papa, Daddy or Jersey Mitchell, who is my best friend, are with me. I'm selectivly mute with people whom I'm not comfortable with. I talk to Daddy, Papa, Jersey and a few family members but otherwise I don't talk. Talking in school, that would be a hard negative.

Every morning Papa wakes me at 6:45 a.m. giving me enough time to shower and dress before heading downstairs to eat breakfast with Papa, Daddy and Jersey, who comes over Monday through Friday to pick me up for school and brings me home from school unless I have a doctor's appointment. When that happens Papa picks me up from school. Daddy makes breakfast every morning, even on weekends.

Three knocks on my closed bedroom door followed by Papa opening the door enough to pop his head into my bedroom. Papa grins at me when he sees that I'm awake. "Morning Sawyer, it's time to get up and get ready. See you downstairs for breakfast in twenty minutes, okay?"

Throwing my covers off of me as I stand up to make my bed before showering I smile at Papa. "Yes, Papa, I'll be down in twenty minutes," I tell him quietly before turning to walk to my closet to grab clothes before my shower. Papa nods as he smiles before he shuts the door to head downstairs to hang out with Daddy. Out of my dresser which is in my closet, a pair of dark wash blue jeans, in another drawer I take out a pair of boxer-briefs, in another drawer I pull out a pair of tall black socks before going to my shirts that are hanging up according to color and shirt sleeve length before going to my ensuit bathroom to shower.

Turning the water on in the shower I undress to let the water warm enough for me to step in and wash up. Washing my hair in my apple cented shampoo and condintoner before washing my body in my Phoenix Axe body wash. Stepping out of the shower I dry off with my dark blue towel, I have to have dark blue towels to dry off with (another o.c.d.) before getting dressed. My routine for dressing is socks, underwear, jeans and then my shirt but I only put my shirt on after I put on deoterant. Then I comb and style my hair and then brush my teeth.