The power of knowing names

It is an ancient belief, in many cultures, that there is power in names and those who know a person's real name have a powerful hold over them.
You know how I've said a few times that just the knowing is a huge relief in itself?
Well, it's just as relieving for Aspie teen.
For the first time in almost 2 years he hasn't gone off tap during a full moon.
Since Monday he's been quieter, a fair bit calmer, asking for loads of cuddles and being a snuggly boy.
I had a quiet chat with him and he said he feels calmer, less frightened since the meeting with the neurologist.
A name, a label, for his behaviour and a reason for it have given him a calmness he hasn't had for 24 months.
9th January 2009 he was shoved off a trampoline and his whole world shifted with his personality change, his massive anger at the world, his anger at himself for this behaviour and his never-ending sense of being unworthy.
It's not something we can change, there's no magic wands to be waved nor have we got a time machine to pop back and alter history.
This Boogie monster is hitching a ride with us for ever and we have to make the best of it; knowing its name and where it sprang from has given back to Aspie teen a sense of empowerment that has made this Boogie monster shrink somewhat.
Like the horrid troll Rumplestiltskin it's lost a lot of its power over us just by knowing it's name and where it dwells.

Think of the shrieking teen babysitter shakily picking up the phone that is ringing late in the dark stormy night after the lights have gone out, with lightning flashes illuminating the room and the scared teen answering the phone,

"Helllloooo?"

Heavy breathing down the line, a door creaks open, the lightning flashes and the thunder roars.

But the no-longer-scared babysitter yells,

"I know your name and I know where you live. I'mmmmmm commmmming to geeeeeeet yooooooooooooou!"

And then the babysitter picks up a chainsaw, ice pick and hockey mask.....

*snort*