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If I ever have kids, I know the more rational part of me won't want to indulge in too much baby talk, but I don't think I'll be able to help it either. It's not a stim---just a way people show affection. It may be ridiculous, but if human beings didn't engage in it, I doubt we would have pet names or anything of the sort in any language.Anne, in the months before Little Jem's coming, had pored diligently over several wise volumes, and pinned her faith to one in especial, "Sir Oracle on the Care and Training of Children." Sir Oracle implored parents by all they held sacred never to talk "baby talk" to their children. Infants should invariably be addressed in classical language from the moment of their birth. So should they learn to speak English undefiled from their earliest utterance. "How," demanded Sir Oracle, "can a mother reasonably expect her child to learn correct speech, when she continually accustoms its impressionable gray matter to such absurd expressions and distortions of our noble tongue as thoughtless mothers inflict every day on the helpless creatures committed to their care? Can a child who is constantly called 'tweet itty wee singie' ever attain to any proper conception of his own being and possibilities and destiny?"
Anne was vastly impressed with this, and informed Gilbert that she meant to make it an inflexible rule never, under any circumstances, to talk "baby talk" to her children. Gilbert agreed with her, and they made a solemn compact on the subject—a compact which Anne shamelessly violated the very first moment Little Jem was laid in her arms. "Oh, the darling itty wee sing!" she had exclaimed. And she had continued to violate it ever since. When Gilbert teased her she laughed Sir Oracle to scorn.
"He never had any children of his own, Gilbert—I am positive he hadn't or he would never have written such rubbish. You just can't help talking baby talk to a baby. It comes natural—and it's RIGHT. It would be inhuman to talk to those tiny, soft, velvety little creatures as we do to great big boys and girls. Babies want love and cuddling and all the sweet baby talk they can get, and Little Jem is going to have it, bless his dear itty heartums."
"But you're the worst I ever heard, Anne," protested Gilbert, who, not being a mother but only a father, was not wholly convinced yet that Sir Oracle was wrong. "I never heard anything like the way you talk to that child."
"Very likely you never did. Go away—go away. Didn't I bring up three pairs of Hammond twins before I was eleven? You and Sir Oracle are nothing but cold-blooded theorists. Gilbert, JUST look at him! He's smiling at me—he knows what we're talking about. And oo dest agwees wif evy word muzzer says, don't oo, angel-lover?"
Gilbert put his arm about them. "Oh you mothers!" he said. "You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you."
Full-blown baby talk doesn't come naturally to me, but in my Infant Care classes, we learned that we should talk to infants and tiny children differently than to adults: we should talk more slowly, lots of repetition, and about concrete things that exist or happen around us.I think Anne Blythe (née Shirley) sums up my feelings on the subject quite nicely:
If I ever have kids, I know the more rational part of me won't want to indulge in too much baby talk, but I don't think I'll be able to help it either. It's not a stim---just a way people show affection. It may be ridiculous, but if human beings didn't engage in it, I doubt we would have pet names or anything of the sort in any language.
Actually, that's making me re-think about what "repetition" should consist in.I remember idiots asking me what a cow says when I still couldn't speak. It pissed me off because I knew that they were addressing me, but there was no way to respond. Also, people asking me how old I was when I was two, over and over. It was irritating because I would answer them, "Two" and then they would ask again only a few minutes later. I thought they were very forgetfull. Looking back, I guess repitition is important when instilling language in a child. It doesn't make it any less annoying, though.