CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS vi
(Autistic Author)
"Plankton," she says firmly, her voice
cutting through the tension. "Let's take a
breathe."
He glares, his antennae vibrating with
agitation. But he does as she says,
taking a deep, shaky breath. Chip
watches him, eyes wide and full of
tears.
"Chip," Karen says, her voice calm.
"Why don't you go to your room and play
for a bit?"
Chip nods, his eyes never leaving
Plankton's face. He slips off the couch,
clutching the rock to his chest. But doing
so, Chip accidentally touches Plankton
when he passes, and Plankton yelps in
alarm when Chip brushes his shoulder.
"Sorry," Chip whispers.
Plankton flinches, his antennae shooting
straight up as he jolts back from the
contact. "I told you, no touching!" he
snaps, his voice a thunderclap in the
tense silence.
Chip's eyes widen with fear and
confusion, his lip quivering as he backs
away, holding the rock protectively. "I
didn't mean to," he stammers, his voice
barely above a whisper.
Plankton's antennae wiggle in an
exaggerated fashion, his eye rolling
dramatically. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he says
in a high-pitched mockery of Chip's
voice. "I didn't mean to touch you and
make everything about me."
Karen's face falls, and she knows
they've taken a step backward. But she
also sees the hurt in Plankton's eye, the
pain that he's trying to hide with anger.
"Dad," Chip says, quivering. "That's not
fair, I..."
But Plankton doesn't let him finish.
"You know what's not fair?" Plankton
spits, his antennae whipping back and
forth in fury. "Is having a son who thinks
he knows everything about me!"
Chip's eyes fill with tears as he stumbles
back, clutching the rock tighter. "I just
wanted to help," he whispers, his voice
breaking.
Plankton's in a sarcastic imitation of
Chip's movements. "Oh, the great
helper," he says, his voice dripping with
sarcasm. "You think you can just fix me
with your questions and your pity?"
Chip's eyes fill with hurt as he watches
his father mock his innocent concern.
Karen feels a mix of anger and sadness,
but she knows she must tread carefully.
"Daddy," Chip says, his voice shaking as
he puts the rock down, "I'm sorry if I
made you mad."
But Plankton isn't listening. He picks up
the rock and with a sudden, violent
movement, he throws it against the wall.
It shatters into a hundred pieces, the
sound echoing through the room.
"Son, I’m sorry if I made you mad!”
Plankton's sarcastic tone cuts through
the silence like a knife, his antennae
flailing wildly. Chip flinches at the
sudden outburst, his eyes wide with
shock.
"That's what you want, right?" Plankton
continues, his voice rising. "To fix
everything? Sorry doesn't cut it,"
Plankton snaps, his antennae trembling
with rage.
"No, Dad," Chip says, his voice barely
audible, "I just wanted to understand."
But Plankton isn't done.
"Oh, I'm sorry, little genius," Plankton
says, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Is
that what you want to hear?"
Chip stares at him, his eyes brimming
with tears. "No," he whispers. "I just
want you to be okay, I love you!"
But Plankton's anger is a living,
breathing thing, swirling around him like
a storm.
"Love isn't enough, Chip!" Plankton
yells, his antennae quivering with rage.
"You can't just love away my problems!
You don't get to decide that for me!"
Karen's heart is in her throat, but she
forces herself to speak calmly.
"Plankton, please," she says, her voice
shaking. "You're scaring him."
Chip nods. “I just…”
But Plankton's fury is unrelenting.
"You think a simple game of 'I love you' is going
to make everything okay?" Plankton
interrupts, his voice a roar that shakes
the walls of their tiny underwater home.
Chip's eyes fill with confusion, and he
takes a step backward, trembling. "But,
Dad," he whispers.
"But nothing!" Plankton's antennae whip
around, and he stands, his whole body
vibrating with anger. "You think you can
fix me? You think you can just love me
and everything will be fine?"
Karen tries to interject, but Plankton's
rage is like a tidal wave, crashing over
everything in its path.
"You think you gotta have the last word
just to show how great and special you
are Chip. But in the real world No means
No so BACK OFF."
Chip's eyes widen, and he stumbles
backward, the shattered rock on the
floor a stark reminder of Plankton's
outburst.
"Daddy," he whispers, his voice
trembling.
Plankton's antennae only stiffen
further.
"I'm sorry, Chip," Karen says, her voice a
thread of calm in the storm. "Let's go to
your room, okay?"
Chip nods, his eyes never leaving
Plankton, who's still standing with his
antennae flailing. Karen can see the hurt
in her son's gaze, and it breaks her
heart. She helps him off the couch, and
together, they navigate the shards of
rock on the floor.
As they leave the room, Karen casts a
sorrowful glance at Plankton, who's now
slumped into the couch, his antennae
drooping. The anger seems to have
drained out of him, leaving behind a
tired, defeated creature.
In Chip's room, Karen helps her son sit
on the bed, the soft glow from the
glowfish lamp casting a warm light on
his tear-stained face. She sits beside
him, her hand gently rubbing his back in
comforting circles. "You didn't do
anything wrong, sweetie," she whispers.
"Daddy just has a hard time with his
feelings."
Chip's eyes are glued to the floor, his
chest heaving with quiet sobs. "But
why?" he asks, his voice cracking.
Karen takes a deep breath, trying to find
the right words. "Sometimes, when
people are upset or scared, they don't
know how to show it," she says gently.
"Daddy's just trying to deal with his own
stuff, and it can be hard for him to talk
about."
Chip nods, his eyes still on the floor.
"But why does he have to get so mad?"
he asks, his voice trembling.
"It's not that he's mad at you,"
she says softly. "It's just that he doesn't
know how to express himself without
getting upset."
"But why?" Chip asks, his voice muffled
by the pillow he's buried his face in.
Karen takes a deep breath, her eyes
misting over. "Daddy's brain works
differently, Chip," she says, her voice
cracking. "Sometimes, when we're sad
or scared, we get mad instead."
Chip lifts his head, his eyes red and wet. "But why
doesn't he just tell me he loves
me?" he asks, his voice a broken
whisper.
Karen sighs, sad but
understanding. "Some people show love
in different ways," she says. "Daddy
might not say it out loud, but he does it
every day. Like when he takes you on
adventures or when he makes you
laugh."
"But why can't he just say it?" he asks.
Karen's throat tightens. "Sometimes, it's
hard for Daddy to say the words," she
explains gently. "But that doesn't mean
he doesn't feel it."
Chip sniffles, his eyes never leaving
hers. "But why can't he just tell me?"
Karen sighs, her hand still rubbing
soothing circles on his back. "It's
complicated," she says. "Daddy's brain
is like a treasure chest with lots of locks.
Some days, the right words just can't
find the key."
Chip looks at her, his eyes searching for
a simple truth amidst the complexity.
"But I want him to feel happy with me,"
he murmurs.
Karen nods, her voice soft. "And he is,
sweetie," she says. "Just in his own
way."
They sit in silence for a moment. Then
Karen stands, her movements slow and
deliberate. "Let's leave Daddy alone for
now," she suggests. "He needs some
space to sort through his feelings."
Chip nods, his eyes still glistening with
unshed tears. Together, they leave the
room, closing the door softly behind
them.
As they walk down the corridor, Karen's thoughts are
a tumult of emotions. She's angry at Plankton for his
outburst, but she also understands his pain. He's
been dealing with his condition alone for so long,
and now he's forced to confront it with their son's
innocent curiosity.
They enter the living room, and she can see
Plankton sitting on the couch, his antennae
drooping. He looks up as they come in, his
expression a mix of guilt and defiance. Karen takes a
deep breath, trying to keep her own emotions in
check. "Why don't we watch a movie?" she
suggests, her voice gentle. "Something to help us relax?"
Chip nods, still sniffling, and Plankton's antennae
perk up slightly. It's a small victory, but it's
something.
They settle on the couch, Chip curled up in the
middle with a blanket. Karen chooses a movie
they've watched together before, a silent gesture of
comfort and familiarity. Plankton's eye is on the
screen, but his antennae are still twitching with
leftover anger.