You are going to hate me. I came up with this ridiculously easy recipe, and it tastes so good, and is probably not very good for you. But it tastes so good… (I must say I feel like a bit … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: July 2012
The Man and I have been together for almost three years. He lives 900 miles away. I would not recommend long distance relationships to the faint of heart, but we are still going strong, primarily because he never tires of … Continue reading
Mental Health has long been an issue in this country. It is quite common to see a therapist or a “shrink”, but it is just as common to not tell anybody about it, for fear of sounding “crazy”. When a … Continue reading
Homemade Sugar Body Scrub
When you have a special needs kid, there are a lot of people to thank come holiday and end of the school year time. Special Ed teachers, General Ed teachers, Parapros, Therapists, Babysitters, etc. Do I have to thank them … Continue reading
A Quick Poll: Autism Posts
Eager to Please
We were having a rough week. We were on vacation, which The Boy can handle for only so long. He longs for school, and structure, and his own familiar surroundings. He gets cranky, irritable, and sometimes downright incorrigible. This was … Continue reading
White Bean Chicken Chili
I have a picky eater who doesn’t often eat what I eat (unless it’s pork chops or pizza). I don’t mind making enough for 2 or 4, though, because that means there’s something good to eat for lunch later in … Continue reading
The Boy is an only child. I am an only child. Ergo, The Boy is rarely around babies. When our Fantastic Babysitter asked if it was OK to bring her nephew last week while watching the boy, I thought, “OK, this will be new…” I wasn’t worried. More like curious.
The Boy doesn’t make much contact with others, unless he knows you really well, or unless you are into something that he is into (i.e. computers, comics, etc.). That somehow accelerates your friendship to the I’m-going-to-drag-you-by-the-arm-to-show-you-something stage. In any case, I was curious to see if he would be curious about this (5 month old) baby.
For awhile after the divorce, he would talk sometimes about someday getting a brother or sister, and wouldn’t that be cool. I honestly don’t remember how I responded to those comments, if I did at all. I knew I was done (meaning no more babies), but I wasn’t going to rule out the ex’s side of things, and I know I wouldn’t have stepped into that minefield.
So Fantastic Babysitter arrived, with her nephew in his carrier, and of course, I couldn’t help myself. I began cooing and generally making a fool of myself over the little bundle of cuteness. The Boy was right behind me watching all of this, taking it in. At one point he gently but possessively grabbed my arm. I asked if he was jealous, and he ignored me. He wandered about the kitchen as Fantastic Babysitter and I talked. After kissing The Boy, and reminding him to behave, I headed for the door. As I left, Fantastic Babysitter was asking The Boy what he wanted to do.
They ended up going to Chuck E. Cheese. She is so Fantastic, she can handle a 5 month old and a boy with autism at that place! I bow to her. They had fun, and I beat them home.
But I got the biggest smile of the evening (possibly of the week) when she texted me that The Boy was referring to himself as Uncle as he explained to the baby about the car trip back home, and everything that they were doing.
It seems no one can resist the charm of a baby.
Easiest Way to Organize Necklaces
I have a lot of necklaces. Commonly sold jewelry boxes don’t cut it, and those necklace “trees”? Forget it. The tree would be big enough to take up a corner of my room if it had enough “branches” to hold … Continue reading
In the Thick of It
It is hard to describe what I feel as a parent in the thick of one of my son’s meltdowns, but it is a dark place. Helplessness, hopelessness, fear, guilt, anger, and embarrassment. Not a good mix. I am writing this post to share with you, because it helps me to express these feelings and talk honestly about them, and it may help you to realize that you are not alone when a meltdown hits.
Last year, one of my students invited me to her community play, and when I am personally invited to events like this, I remember how much courage it took to invite an adult, how much it means to them, and I make every effort to go. Afterwards, this is what I wrote in my journal:
“Tonight, I paid almost $30 for The Boy and I to see a community play that I had been invited to by one of my students. The Boy has grown so much over the years in terms of his ability to behave well in these situations, that I didn’t have a second thought about it. And then the autism snuck up on me. Us. He began kicking the seat in front of us. Lightly, but I’m sure enough for the woman to feel it. Then the shoes came off, and then the hat started to fly. Not sure if there was an intermission or not, I made the decision to take him out. Easier said than done. It’s to the point that I cannot pick him up and carry him out. So he flopped. And I struggled to pick him up and leave. For what seemed like 2 hours, while the actors are trying to continue over The Boy’s full-throated screams and protests. I got him to a stage door, and a woman came over to deliver the hat and my purse which I had thrown aside to get my hands on him. An usher came over to let us know there was an exit door behind us (gee-thanks). I got him calmed enough to stand up and go through one set of doors. And then I realized we were missing his shoe. So we went out into the lobby, with me huffing and puffing like I’d just run a marathon. I asked an usher if she would retrieve his shoe after explaining the situation, which she did. And then we left.
I cried. Both of us screamed at each other. His allowance was revoked, and his bedtime backed up by a half hour, and objects were thrown in the car. Once home, he was ordered to go to bed, and refused. So I retreated to my bedroom and locked the door. He says he wants to live with his dad, and he is very afraid that I am going to tattle on him to his teacher, afraid that he will not be able to go on the field trip to Bounce House on Friday.”
It is a painful memory for me, because I handled it poorly from beginning to end. I didn’t give a thought to where our seats were, because I assumed he would be OK, which was my first mistake. (Actually, my first mistake was considering whether or not he wanted to go, and not considering leaving him home if that wasn’t the case!) I still debate about whether or not I should have taken the stand on the shoes being off. I think the fact that the people sitting next to us were older, and were already giving us looks when that debate came up influenced my decision, and it shouldn’t have. And I handled the consequences, the aftermath very poorly. But…
I am one person. I am not perfect. Stuff happens. All I can hope is that we learned something from it, and that these meltdowns are few and far between (which luckily, has been the case — I know others are not so lucky).
Care to share your worst meltdown story?