What was implied but unstated in this response was that that’s exactly the kind of thing a best friend is for. He knows what you need even when you and everyone else don’t.
When I refer to Sebastian as my son’s best friend I’m assuming a lot. That’s because Jonah, who is on the autism spectrum, has never really had what kids today call a BF, and while he and Sebastian have a lot in common – both are on the spectrum, for starters – they’re not emotionally entangled in each other’s lives the way I remember I was with the boys I hung out with at Jonah’s age. Back then, the smallest slights were painstakingly analyzed; alliances changed like the weather.
Jonah’s relationships with his peers, while often awkward and untenable, are never neurotic. Whenever I worry about his deficits in social skills, I try to remember that, growing up, I never liked my friends that much, especially my best friends. Still, my wife and I are enormously grateful for Sebastian and to him. We take his point. Jonah could be tougher.