Recently my sons’ teacher asked me if I had given any thought to enrolling them in the Cub Scouts, since they are in the first grade and that’s when scouting starts. Bless her heart, she’s in her second year of changing their pee-pee pants, but still, she asked. I responded with a snort.
For those who don’t know, my own experience with Girl Scouts began and ended in the second grade. I actually got kicked out of Brownies. Shocking, I know. I was irreverent, disruptive, and only in it for the refreshments anyway. Yes, that’s really me.
I don’t think my husband was ever a scout, but I know his sister also got the boot from Brownies, so my kids have scoutal insubordination working against them from both sides.
The truth is, my boys could never do traditional boy scouts, what with all that helping old ladies across the street business, because this is them… all the time: Nope, I’d have to start my own troop. A branch of the Cub Scouts just for boys on the more severely affected end of the spectrum… the Tasmanian Devils!
So, here we have the existing boy scout ranks:
They’re all den animals, and all have various connotations of bad-assdom; the Tiger Cub being the starting point in first grade.
Now, allow me to introduce the proposed update for 2012:
But wait, there’s more:
Revised, Autism-Inclusive, Boy Scout Oath
On my honor, I will do my best
To keep my pants on and to obey the Scout Law;
To respect other people’s boundaries at all times;
To keep myself physically subdued, mentally stabilized, and verbally appropriate.
Revised Boy Scout Motto for Autistic-Americans
Be Prepared (bring Pull-ups)!
Revised Y-Chromasome-Scout Slogan for the Spectrumentally-challenged
Lick long and prosper.
Before a cub scout can become a boy scout he must master the WEBELOS rank. Likewise, the Tasmanian Devil Cub Scouts would also need to master WEBELOS (We Be Licking Other Scouts) before they could go onto their Boy Scout rank of Honey Badger, which is like a Tasmanian Devil only more impertinent.
As it turns out, WEBELOS lends itself very naturally to autism. Take a look at these accomplishments:
To make this even easier to achieve in the Autism Scouts, we will celebrate what these kiddos already do best:
Obviously, if I’m starting an entire branch of the Cub Scouts, it stands to reason I’ll be the Head Den Mother In Charge. Historically, I have two basic choices in Den Mother attire to choose from:
OR
I’m betting the second option would help me earn my Silver Beaver more quickly, but I’m opting instead for a uniform consisting of a roomy 2008 Autism Walk-A-Thon t-shirt, yoga pants, and a rhinestone tiara. This is already my current SAHM uniform, but will now be classied up by the new designation, and will thus finally be deemed acceptable for wearing out in public. Score!
In conclusion, if you think the Autism Scouts sounds like a good fit for your son, come to our inaugural troop meeting tonight at 7:00. The refreshments will be breathtaking.
*No Boy Scouts were harmed in the making of this blog post.
**All photos ripped off from various websites about scouting and stuff.






I can’t thank you enough! We tried the cubscout “thing” and after he wrecked the racecar derby track because his car didn’t win, we “quit” (read “quit” as “ran away really fast and haven’t talked to a single member of that troop since”). You bring so much relief to know there are kindred spirits out there.
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I so LOVE this site! All 4 of you ladies are fantastic! Your Taz Pack is my future next year! With a delicate balance of Red Bull, Pristique and wine, I think I can swing it! Fingers crossed!
You ladies ALL crack me up. I’ve been struggling to think of an appropriate extracurricular activity for my AS son that doesn’t involve fighting with his sister over the iPad, fighting with his sister over how close he is to her, fighting with his sister over how she got smacked in the head and fighting with me over how much longer he has to stay in his room and away from his sister. Thought of dance, gymnastics and boxing. When I mentioned Cubs my Hubby looked at me like I’d suggested leaving the house without a change of clothes for our son. If there was a pack like this we’d have hit the jackpot.
My kids has earned most of those badges. Several times over. I want him to attend your scout camp! We’ll have to talk about the Den Mother outfits tho…xxx
Please don’t forget several other badges: spitting, form and distance. Whirling Dervish: ability to run and twirl nonstop for consecutive hours. The Anne Hesch: exhibiting the skill set needed to wander aimlessly an enter strangers home. The Ranger: covert skills needed to undo any lock and disable any alarm system in your home in order to walk outside and tear apart the flowers Mommy planted. And, finally, The Van Halen: ability to jump. Just jump. Might as well jump.
Excellent! No, these are just the WEBELOS badges– sky’s the limit here.
You crack me up!!!
Absolutely love this blog ♥♥♥
Brilliant. You are brilliant, lady.
thanks for the honesty, I feel your pain.
Absolutely love this version of scouts and would love to sign up my three boys if at all possible, they would feel so at home in a group like this. Instead of them trying to be someone they are not because of their differences they can be how they are and get rewarded for it!
I love my boys and would love a program like this for our children to be who they are without being judged.
I heart you! Absolutely love people who have a sense of humor! I’ll buy a bunch of Hostess snacks to help with the Sensory Den as long as I get to play in it too
Keep on keepin’ on Rock Star Mom!
OMFG!!! I actually read this to my husband )and it’s no small feat to get him to sit through me reading a blog as I laugh hysterically at random intervals!). We had our oldest in Bear Scouts (he was more of the “Panda” persuasion), and then WEBELOS (Rookie mistake; don’t ask “what kind of animal is a “Webelo,” exactly? Tends to get you funny looks). After camping in subarctic temperatures and watching my child given a gun, bow & arrow, and stuck in a canoe with 3 children just as rhythmically challenged as he was) we decided he probably didn’t need to “fly like an Eagle,” and we pulled him out.
I dig your idea for the Taz Pack though. Survival kits could contain Luna bars, fidget objects, GPS locators, chewy tubes, Nerf Guns (for that coveted “Rambo Badge”, and a supplemental guide titled “Sorry I Peed On That Tree You Marked, Mr. Coyote…My Bad!”
Girl, you are a RIOT! I think you need a cape to go with that tiara. A sash is a strangulation hazard anyway.
As a side note, I was kicked out of Brownies too! Apparently the other girls didn’t like my idea of “flaming marshmallow dodgeball.” Crybabies…
I love you. That is all.
I think that was directed at the original author, but I’ll take some lovin’ too. Delusions of grandeur never hurt anyone, right?
Right?
I am the original author, and that lovin’ was all for you, Cindy.
Love, love, love this!!
I love this post! My husband was a Cubmaster for seven years, I was a Den Leader for four, and we both did so many Day Camps, Fall Frolic Campouts, and Pinewood Derbys that I still have nightmares! Your version sounds like a lot more fun for everyone involved. (And, no, I never wore the Khaki shirt – I told the parents if anybody had a problem with what I was wearing that they could take over as Den Leader)
I live for your irreverence. No, really. I do.
Aww, thanks for getting me.
Oh Erica, how did you know I needed this today? I am just finishing up three years as Cub Scout Pack leader for my NT boy, and all I can say is you are spot on (as always). Thanks for sharing your razor wit sharpened with ASD. You saved my sanity today.
Becky, I’ve missed you!
This post kicks much ass!!!
Sign us up for your Autism Scouts. You had me at the “tapping shit” badge.
Of course, I’m guessing your Scouts won’t discriminate against gay people like the regular Scouts, amiright??
Right! And also? I think we should try to work out a deal where we sell Hostess snack cakes so we can have funds for cool shit like a sensory den, weighted vests, and overnights at Great Wolf Lodge.
My older son heard the word “f*g” the other day, and his cousin turned to him and said, “Dude, you like boys?” Without missing a beat, he replied, “I dunno, maybe I could be bisexual, who cares?”
His cousin looked at him like he just grew another head. I smiled and said, “Hey, I don’t care who you love, baby. You’re 14, think about that stuff when you’re ready.” At least we’ve progressed from his desire to marry a cat and have “cat babies.” (That little gem came from a conversation when he was nine) I think the Autism Scouts would be totally cool with any differences… But there should be a bylaw that states Pikachu is not a tangible life mate. Guidelines and whatnot…