Second Life and My Little Heart Attack
That said, I’m discussing it from a ‘business’ stand point. I think this story outlining its value for Aspies and Auties is a great example of its value on the personal side of the equation. If being online and having an avatar helps this community of people feel connected in a way that the real world cannot (for whatever the reason: social issues, the real world is stimulation overload), I’m all for it…. as long as these aren’t kids in their bedrooms all day not interacting with their families and people in their lives at all. I think most parents worry about this with their children, regardless of condition, any way with the Internet…but I think more so with people that simply have a hard time of coping in our world, period. Adults aspies spending hours in 2nd Life – hey, that’s a choice of theirs….but 10 year old high functioning autistics that need some social skills to navigate the real world, that’s a different situation all together.
Just from a business perspective, the only legitimate use of 2nd Life I’ve ever heard of is the CDC using it as a tool to tell folks around the world of potential situations, or holding a 2nd Life seminar on ‘an island’ to discuss an emerging issue. It is one tool in their arsenal.
Of course, during the seminar, there is a fear of being attacked in weird and obscene ways to disturb your ‘press conference’. See here for what I mean.
This morning was beautiful, mid-60s, with the ever so slight breeze out of the South, so with a warm feeling. So Buddy and I, after the kids games, went for a six mile run. When I got back, I hopped in the shower to take Demetrius to lunch (and Kim and Maya were leaving for a birthday party). When I got out, I could hear that there was no ‘kid noise’ in the background. I called Kim:
Jerry: “Did you take Demetrius with you?”
Kim: “No, why?” (And I can hear Kim’s fear shoot straight up in those two words.)
Jerry: “He’s got to be around here somewhere. The garage door is closed.”
I search the basement (where he sometimes convienetly, ‘can’t’ hear you); the studio where the computer is (see if he is intensely playing a game). Nowhere to be found. All the windows are closed, and all the doors are locked. Hmmmmm…..I’m not in a panic, but I’m getting there.
I go out on the patio, look around (could he be out back, someway, somehow?)…nope. I search the house again. Nope. I’m officially in a slight panic. I’m not calling Kim though. I need to ratchet this up one more level before I ruin Kim and Maya’s time at the birthday party.
Now, as Pooh Bear says I need to, “Think, Think, Think…”. We are supposed to go to lunch and a carnival (carnival didn’t happen, rain showers started)… would he not have waited? The doors are shut to the front of the house, so he didn’t decide to be impatient and walk…..
I open the garage door. He’s in the backseat of the car. He’s playing with one of the 20 or so action figures he brought into the car with him.
Demetrius: “Hi Dad, are you ready to take me to lunch and then the carnival?”
Daddy: “Hey Demetrius, I’m just wondering, how long have you been the car with your toys?”
Demetrius: “20 hours. Let’s go!”
So I get my wallet, my watch, my cell phone, and off we go.
Kim was going to stop at CVS on the way home to get a refill on one of Demetrius’ prescriptions. Maybe she can pick up some heart pills for me to take after this ‘small ordeal/heart attack’?