The other day, James was watching TV, and he sees something that looks like a kind of symbol. "Hey, look Dad, we've got one of those!!". Stephan had no idea what he was talking about so animatedly, so he asked James to show him. He took Stephan outside, and shows him a tiny stone with what looks like the symbol he saw on the TV. A tiny stone!!! (It was 2mm, Stephan has made me write). You see, James doesn't see the big stuff, he sees the detail. Detail is all around him. Add to that the noise that is louder than what you or I hear, he needs to focus on the TV, but all he can hear is the cicada outside, so he drowns out the noise by humming. Or making noises. They both do it; it's like a cacophony of sound! My boys have a constant need to move, they can't sit still for a second, asking them to sit still is an impossibility, unless it is on their terms. As I write they are sitting in their "W" position, orally regulating, making LEGO.
I don't want to bore you with jargon, if you want to know more there is heaps of literature out there, I know, I've read it. I still don't know if I get it, SPD, is very complex and subjective. My blog is NOT about literature and jargon, I might post some links to all you literature buffs out there, my guess is you won't read it, but I hope you read my blog.
Imagine a world that is loud, too loud and too bright. All day long you have been bombarded with so much detail, you have to somehow block it all out to make sense of it all. Imagine that everything is so loud and so bright,you've been dealing with it all day, and it is making you feel sick, and your heart is starting to beat faster. That noise so loud, you can't hear yourself think. Your teacher is asking you to sit still, at least that is what you THINK she said; you can't really hear her, you're trying, but that lawnmower right outside the window is so loud! There is a fly in the room, and it is taking all your energy to stop looking at it. The teacher looks cross.You know she wants you to do something, but what?!Your heart is beating faster, and all the kids in the room have moved from the mat now, Oh, but they are so loud!! All your nerve endings are on alert, someone touches you as they push past you and it feels like a knife has brushed against you. Got to get out of here. Now. Teacher grabs you, she is yelling (everyone is always yelling, I'm not deaf, and your shouting is so loud it hurts!). You think she said for you to stop, but it's too late, you got to go. You run, fast, out of the noisy classroom, away from the yelling, past the noisy lawnmower. Oh no, some has got you!! You kick, scream, spit, ANYTHING to get them off me so that I can get away!
At James first school, he was put into time out for this behaviour. Again and again. He was labelled as naughty. So naughty in fact that, they were heading down the route of "disciplinary procedure". His teacher rang me at home to tell me that he was being naughty and could I please come and get him? What did he do, I ask? He spat, was the reply, I asked him to stop and he did it again. I went to school, and my James was terrified and he saw me and burst into tears, whilst hitting me. At 5 years old, he sat on his bed, crying, and telling me that he was a failure and that nothing was ever going to get any better.
Sensory Processing disorder. James gets as high as a kite, and there is nowhere for him to go but into meltdown. Nowadays, we are making sense of the chaos, and I think I can read him pretty well. I can prevent the hyperactivity, most of the time. And I have made it my mission to get inside his head!!
The other day, we had new school uniforms, ready for the start of term. Ben, usually quite placid, seemed to be having a terrible morning. He forgot to brush his teeth, he is pushing James buttons which is not a wise plan at the best of times! On the way to school, I had to pull over twice to stop them killing each other! He is scratching everywhere, and is generally out of sorts. I wonder if maybe he is coming down with something? Even the usual cuddles are not cutting it this morning. "What is it Ben, can you use your words???" I ask him. "I just want my uniform off and I want to go HOME!!!", came the reply. Now, I have read about labels. I know that there are kids that even have to buy seamless socks because they can't bear the seams. We get to James classroom, and I cut out the label. He looks at me with these pools of big blue eyes, nearly with tears in them and watch as he very carefully, takes the label to the bin. Then he toddles off to his classroom without another word!!! Touch sensitivity. For YEARS I struggled to get his hair cut. He HATED it. The other day, he was scratching his skin sore after his haircut, and raced to the shower when he got home. Afterwards, I asked him if that is why he hates having his hair cut. Yes, he says, it's because of the "Itchy, itchy".
Ben is the kid in school assembly with a chewy tube for oral regulation, and noise reducing headphones on, trying to get out the door. He only stays if I am there. He hates the singing, he says "it hurts my ears".
If he can't make noise to regulate his environment, he will chew everything in sight. If he can't make noise, or chew, he hides under the table. If he can't do that, he runs away.
James can be seen lying on his tummy on the teachers swivel chair racing around the classroom, to regulate, or make sense of, his environment. He NEEDS to run, climb, move if you want him to sit and do anything for any length of time. Equally, he needs pressure or proprioception to stop him getting hyper.
Don't get me started on sleep! Asking a sensory seeker to lie down and try and sleep is like asking Ghandi to eat a pork chop. It's just not gonna happen. After YEARS of traumatic, late bedtimes, we have resorted to medication. Having our evenings back has been life changing. I LOVE having them in bed by 7.30pm, and I LOVE that getting them in bed and to sleep is not stressful anymore. If you are a parent reading this, I don't think that I'm being selfish, I just love having time in the evening. I love it. Did I say that enough?!
If you want to get to the nitty gritty of it, there are types of SPD. Ben is sensory defensive. James is a Sensory seeker. The sensory seekers are the kids that are the live wires, that actually SEEK sensory input to make his brain do what their body wants to do. The kids that NEVER stop and can't "calm down". I was the Mum at coffee group than ran after my little live wire whilst the other Mums sat and drank coffee and changed the occasional nappy. You know, nowadays, I can actually spot a sensory seeker by their mannerisms. They are just kind of erratic, and chaotic, and just, well, busy. All the goddamn time!
Ben is literally on the defensive. Always trying to protect himself from the barrage of stuff that his brain has to make sense of. Occasionally, it gets to much. I get to school early so that he can go into an empty classroom, he struggles if he has to walk into a busy classroom and I will leave him crying. You can't MAKE Ben do anything. You can ask him and is is usually pretty compliant, but if he doesn't want to to it, nothing is gonna make him! We gave up on swimming lessons because he balked when they tried to make him put his head under the water. After 3 weeks of tantrums, we gave up, but determinedly carried on with swimming, with both of us in the water to make him feel safe.We didn't try and make him put his head under, but he did it in the end! Now he is a fish underwater but has not had a single lesson!
So, I'm the Mum that is yelling in the mall, or outside school whilst my shouts of "STOP" go unheard. Spare my poor voicebox and my gorgeous Sensational Kids a thought. My sensational kids are not being naughty, they are just dealing with more stuff than you can ever imagine, in a world that doesn't understand them. They deserve A for effort every time. By default.
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Meltdowns
I can't talk about James and Autism without talking about meltdowns. I know that you all use this term, and of course all kids get to the end of their tether, and tantrum. No, I'm talking about Autistic Meltdown. Anyone that has seen or been involved in one, isn't likely to forget it. For us, amonst other things, it is the hardest part of James Autism. Ben does meltdown, but it is never as traumatic as James'. They happen pretty regularly, he has trashed his room at least 3 times this week. During these meltdowns, he spits, swears, kicks, bites, head-butts, and he destroys things and property. We have bruises and blood to show for these episodes. Dealing with meltdowns and preventing meltdowns occupies most of my time with him. We have learnt a lot, but they are so unpredictable and although nowadays he can tell you after the meltdown what set him off, we can often not prevent them. Important point, DURING a meltdown, he is NOT in control of himself, his actions, his emotions, or his behaviour. They are violent and distressing for everyone, and if I could make anything better about James, this would be it.
I can remember the real humdingers. These really stick in my mind.I'll tell you this one becuase if you ever see one, maybe this story will stick in your mind, and you will know how to help. One day, during school holidays when James was 6, I had taken them into the mall. I only needed bread and milk, it should have been a quick in and out job. Looking back, I kinda knew that he had had enough, I just thought I could push my luck enough to run in and be out in a jiffy.
Firstly, there was a queue. James HATES queues. Then Ben banged his head and screamed. Loudly. Right next to James. Then all hell broke loose. He ran off pushing over a stand full of cold remedy stuff. It fell over and everything fell off it. He ran off down the aisle pulling everything off the shelves; all the time screaming in great distress. Ben was still screaming, I didn't know whether to stay and look after Ben or run after James. I lifted Ben up and went after James.God only knows how I did it, but I grabbed James with my free arm and managed to put James into the shopping trolley. He was spitting, kicking, hitting and screaming so, so loudly. I actually drew a crowd. People stopped and looked at us whispering behind their hands. Not ONE person offered to help, said a kind word, or anything. This still breaks my heart and can bring tears to my eyes as I recall it. They must have thought I was a terrible parent, completely unable to control my kids, It's a wonder nobody called social flippin' services. Or the police. Actually, that would have helped!
So, we get out of the shop, James still in full swing, Ben crying, and me trying, desperately to hold it together. We get to the car park, and James goes into flight/fight mode and bolts. Into the path of an oncoming car that thankfully was cruising for a park. I pick him up, still in full swing and get him into the car using brute force. I just need to get home. I get into the car and James is laying into Ben. I get James out of the car again and realise that I need to call someone. My phone is dead!! Of all times!! Somehow we get home. How I didn't crash is beyond me. James was fine once he was home. Put him in front of the computer and I literally collapse into tears. I called Stephan to come home from work, and I called his therapists.
Now, that one was a pretty bad one, made worse by the fact that is was in public. If you had been there, what would you have done? Let me tell you. Ask me what you can do to help. I will tell you that my son is in Autistic meltdown. I will ask you to help me with Ben and make sure he is safe. I will ask you to please tell the crowd of onlookers that he is in Autistic meltdown and to please give us some space.
This was hard to write. I actually havn't recalled this in a while, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I have been called into his school because he has trashed the classroom. Literally trashed it, it looked like a bloody tornado had ripped through it. Imagine how you would feel if the school principal had to call you at home to tell you that your child has trashed the classroom and they can't control him. I calmed him down, I got him home. His school were amazing. Still are, but that is another blog.
I know this is hard hitting stuff, and I promise that not all my blogs wil be so depressing! This is really the dark side of Autism for us, and to understand my family, you have to hear about the meltdowns. I used a very traumatic meltdown to demonstrate this to you, but this is why outings and things that we do all the time, everyday, we do to prevent meltdowns. I hate them with all my heart, I hate them, but I love my boy, and they are part of him, and he is part of our family.
I can remember the real humdingers. These really stick in my mind.I'll tell you this one becuase if you ever see one, maybe this story will stick in your mind, and you will know how to help. One day, during school holidays when James was 6, I had taken them into the mall. I only needed bread and milk, it should have been a quick in and out job. Looking back, I kinda knew that he had had enough, I just thought I could push my luck enough to run in and be out in a jiffy.
Firstly, there was a queue. James HATES queues. Then Ben banged his head and screamed. Loudly. Right next to James. Then all hell broke loose. He ran off pushing over a stand full of cold remedy stuff. It fell over and everything fell off it. He ran off down the aisle pulling everything off the shelves; all the time screaming in great distress. Ben was still screaming, I didn't know whether to stay and look after Ben or run after James. I lifted Ben up and went after James.God only knows how I did it, but I grabbed James with my free arm and managed to put James into the shopping trolley. He was spitting, kicking, hitting and screaming so, so loudly. I actually drew a crowd. People stopped and looked at us whispering behind their hands. Not ONE person offered to help, said a kind word, or anything. This still breaks my heart and can bring tears to my eyes as I recall it. They must have thought I was a terrible parent, completely unable to control my kids, It's a wonder nobody called social flippin' services. Or the police. Actually, that would have helped!
So, we get out of the shop, James still in full swing, Ben crying, and me trying, desperately to hold it together. We get to the car park, and James goes into flight/fight mode and bolts. Into the path of an oncoming car that thankfully was cruising for a park. I pick him up, still in full swing and get him into the car using brute force. I just need to get home. I get into the car and James is laying into Ben. I get James out of the car again and realise that I need to call someone. My phone is dead!! Of all times!! Somehow we get home. How I didn't crash is beyond me. James was fine once he was home. Put him in front of the computer and I literally collapse into tears. I called Stephan to come home from work, and I called his therapists.
Now, that one was a pretty bad one, made worse by the fact that is was in public. If you had been there, what would you have done? Let me tell you. Ask me what you can do to help. I will tell you that my son is in Autistic meltdown. I will ask you to help me with Ben and make sure he is safe. I will ask you to please tell the crowd of onlookers that he is in Autistic meltdown and to please give us some space.
This was hard to write. I actually havn't recalled this in a while, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I have been called into his school because he has trashed the classroom. Literally trashed it, it looked like a bloody tornado had ripped through it. Imagine how you would feel if the school principal had to call you at home to tell you that your child has trashed the classroom and they can't control him. I calmed him down, I got him home. His school were amazing. Still are, but that is another blog.
I know this is hard hitting stuff, and I promise that not all my blogs wil be so depressing! This is really the dark side of Autism for us, and to understand my family, you have to hear about the meltdowns. I used a very traumatic meltdown to demonstrate this to you, but this is why outings and things that we do all the time, everyday, we do to prevent meltdowns. I hate them with all my heart, I hate them, but I love my boy, and they are part of him, and he is part of our family.
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
A slice of life from the inside.
I started this blog a while ago, but got so bogged down that I gave up. So many people have suggested I start one, so I'm giving it another go. I often hear myself saying that people have no idea what our life is like compared to "normal" families, and how hard it can be sometimes. I spent so much time trying to be "normal". Useless energy I have found, and it has taken me literally years to come to terms with that. I know now that our life is OUR reality, but I feel I can share that. I kinda hope that giving people insight into what it is like to live with Autism may help you to not judge us, or our boys, and the hundreds of others like us. If you stop and think that maybe that kid that appears to be having an enourmous tantrum, and why isn't that Mum disciplining him and that he needs a good smack on the bum? If my blog makes you pause to think that maybe he is Autistic, and that tantrum is really a meltdown that has happened because he is completely overwhelmed by the crowds, the noise, the lack of control in an unfamiliar environment and that his Mum is just trying to help him through it and avoid the disapproving stares and judgement, that she can feel, even if you don't actually say it; then my blog has done it's job. My boys are not naughty. They are autistic. Our parenting style differs greatly from yours, because the parenting style that you have, we probably tried and failed.The commonality that we all have though, is that we love our boys to the ends of the earth. In that, we are the same. Like you, we are trying to raise out kids in the hope that one day we will leave this world with happy, functioning adults. Whatever your aims of parenting are, I can bet we are the same in that. We will do anything to help our boys and make them happy in a world that doesn't understand them. Let me help you understand. Welcome to my blog. Get ready to learn. Here is a slice of my life from the inside.
I will give a bit of history into my boys. James is 7, Ben is 6. Stephan and I have been married for 9 years
and we live in Auckland, New Zealand. I am English, I came out here in 1999. Stephan is German in origin, but he has been here since he was 11.
James was diagnosed with Autism at the age of 3, Ben at the age of 4. I tell James that when God made little baby boys, the angels gave him to us. I tell him that he was a particularly bright, and lively spark, more sparkly and shinier then all the other sparks. The angels thought that he needed VERY good parents, so they gave him to us. I tell Ben that the angels thought that he was especially bright, like a ray of sunshine, and so that is why he is my little ray of sunshine.
James has Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) with aspects of ADHD, high, disabling anxiety, and Sensory Processing Disorder. He is a sensory seeker, not that that will mean much to most people, but it defines James. He was diagnosed at 3.
Ben has ASD, and Sensory Processing Disorder. He was diagnosed at the age of 4. He is less obvious then his big brother. Both my boys are high functioning and verbal (most of the time anyway!)
I could go into the definitions of his diagnosis, but it would be boring, and you will learn about how this affects him through my blog posts. My blog is to tell you about the reality of living with Autism. James and Ben will tell their stories, through me. James, Ben and myself and Stephan will tell our stories, some funny, some sad, and whole lot more besides. You see, living with Autism is a roller coaster of a ride; unpredictable, scary, hold your breath and go for it. But you'd do it again in an instant.Sometimes I want to scream, sometimes I want to cry, and sometime my boys and I, and my husband, Stephan, can appreciate the most amazing highs.
I am in the middle of the loooooong summer holidays. Any parent of a child with ASD will tell you what a challenging time it is. Two weeks, hard, but the end is always in sight. 6???? God help me, I am losing the will to live. I am in week 4. I am not going to blurb on about the professional lingo, if you want that, google it. Without the structure and routine of school and term time, they have to invent their own. I start out with the best intentions of making sure they know what is going to happen and when with visual diagrams and pictures of things that I have planned for them to do. Falls by the wayside usually, as they are pretty good at doing their own. The groundhog day routine is sucking the life out of me, but doing the opposite for them. They love it, right down to the colour coordination of their lollies. Getting wet on the trampoline with the hosepipe,which they would do every half an hour if I let them. Had to put boundaries in place for that. Lego. My living room is being taken over by Lego. There is something very soothing for them as they sit in the "w" position (proprioceptive grounding for those in the know), methodically building their Lego, orally regulating which is occasionally in sync, but mostly sounds like a cacophony of tuneless tunes with a kind of beat thrown in. Time for ice blocks means that is is after lunch, we don't have them before lunch. You see, they have no concept of time. Well, neither do most children I hear you say! Mine really don't. One hour could mean 10 for them, and their routines are what dictate time.
I work hard at not making them agoraphobic. They don't like people, or crowds. At all. Really, it can cause them great anxiety. Especially if it is an unfamiliar place. They can tolerate shopping malls for short periods of time because the mall is a predictable routine for us, and I still have to bribe them with a toy. Last holidays, I wanted to take them to a historical village. Fun but educational thing, like stepping back time. It took me TWO HOURS of meltdown to get him into the car. Once there, I had to carry him around with him holding on for dear life.
The thing is that, in summer school hols, everywhere is busy. Even the familiar, predictable outings become a battle of massive proportion like a military manoeuvre.
Swimming pool today. James has become fearful of the womens change room; he doesn't want anyone, well women to be precise, to see him naked. We went at the weekend with Stephan, and he was terrified. Thankfully, Stephan was there to take him to the mens change room, otherwise he would have gone into full blown Autistic meltdown. (I'll talk about those later). So today, Stephan is at work, there is only me, and there is only one family change room. So I talk to him, tell him that if he wants to swim, he will have to come into the ladies. He really wanted to swim, so off we go. It was busy. Loud. They are noise sensitive. They spend most of their time underwater. When it was time to go, I talk to James again and remind him about the change room, and promised him an ice-block if he was brave. Lo and behold, how pleased am I that he dutifully follows me in!!!! "Where's Ben?" he says. Not here. Back out we go and Ben is cowering in the corner. For the love of God!!! To think that all I used to be worried about when I went to the pool is how I looked in a bathing suit!
So, we continue to find things to do. We live in the City of Sails, we are surrounded by beaches. James decided that he doesn't like beaches anymore because he is scared of dogs and of cutting his toe on the rocks (Ben cut his toe a few months ago, lots of blood, hence the phobia). I bought him some aqua shoes but he still won't go. Funny because last school hols, he wouldn't do anything BUT go to the beach. I am thinking that by now you may be getting a hint the flavour (OK, so I just watched British Bake off) of the obsessional interest. Plants v's Zombies. It's a computer game. To be fair it is actually quite addictive, I've played a bit myself in a vain but desperate attempt to beat Stephan, to no avail, he is really scarily good at it..........But James plays it ALL THE TIME. The accompanying music is driving me to utter distraction.They make play dough Plants v's zombies, Lego, he WOULD NOT STOP asking me for a plush toy character of a plant from the game which I ordered to literally save my sanity. Autistic obsessions. He has them all the time. Last year it was insects. He was going through a really bad patch in the early part of last year, and there were days that he he literally couldn't get into his special needs classroom. Just couldn't tolerate it. His teacher aide would spend the day hunting for insects with him around the school. Or taking him to the library to research insects. His written (I say that loosly, he hates writing, at the time, he was doing most of his ccomprehension on the computer) work was about insects. Oh, the slug one was the worst! His teacher banned him from bringing them into the classroom, and proceeded to find that he had hidden them everywhere! I found him putting one in his bed "because the slug was tired"!! Seriously!! God, I was glad when that one ended. His level of dependency on obsessional objects depends on where his anxiety is at, but it's always there. Like I said, plants v's zombies at the moment.
Time for bed. I feel like I am moving onto the hard part of James, and I'm too tired to write about it now, and is deserving of a whole blog to itself.
WTF will I do tomorrow? Might take a trip into Stephans work. They miss their Dad when he is at work, he plays with them tirelessly with cool stuff and is Master Of Lego Building. He is showing them the Star Wars movies, and talks them through it so that they understand. I am a poor second best, I hate Star Wars, and I am terrible at Lego. He really has endless patience with them, and they worship their Dad, especially James. Ben is a Mummy's Boy, but James belongs to his Dad. So, on that note, I need beauty sleep. Hope you enjoy reading my blog xxxxxxxx
I will give a bit of history into my boys. James is 7, Ben is 6. Stephan and I have been married for 9 years
and we live in Auckland, New Zealand. I am English, I came out here in 1999. Stephan is German in origin, but he has been here since he was 11.
James was diagnosed with Autism at the age of 3, Ben at the age of 4. I tell James that when God made little baby boys, the angels gave him to us. I tell him that he was a particularly bright, and lively spark, more sparkly and shinier then all the other sparks. The angels thought that he needed VERY good parents, so they gave him to us. I tell Ben that the angels thought that he was especially bright, like a ray of sunshine, and so that is why he is my little ray of sunshine.
James has Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) with aspects of ADHD, high, disabling anxiety, and Sensory Processing Disorder. He is a sensory seeker, not that that will mean much to most people, but it defines James. He was diagnosed at 3.
Ben has ASD, and Sensory Processing Disorder. He was diagnosed at the age of 4. He is less obvious then his big brother. Both my boys are high functioning and verbal (most of the time anyway!)
I could go into the definitions of his diagnosis, but it would be boring, and you will learn about how this affects him through my blog posts. My blog is to tell you about the reality of living with Autism. James and Ben will tell their stories, through me. James, Ben and myself and Stephan will tell our stories, some funny, some sad, and whole lot more besides. You see, living with Autism is a roller coaster of a ride; unpredictable, scary, hold your breath and go for it. But you'd do it again in an instant.Sometimes I want to scream, sometimes I want to cry, and sometime my boys and I, and my husband, Stephan, can appreciate the most amazing highs.
I am in the middle of the loooooong summer holidays. Any parent of a child with ASD will tell you what a challenging time it is. Two weeks, hard, but the end is always in sight. 6???? God help me, I am losing the will to live. I am in week 4. I am not going to blurb on about the professional lingo, if you want that, google it. Without the structure and routine of school and term time, they have to invent their own. I start out with the best intentions of making sure they know what is going to happen and when with visual diagrams and pictures of things that I have planned for them to do. Falls by the wayside usually, as they are pretty good at doing their own. The groundhog day routine is sucking the life out of me, but doing the opposite for them. They love it, right down to the colour coordination of their lollies. Getting wet on the trampoline with the hosepipe,which they would do every half an hour if I let them. Had to put boundaries in place for that. Lego. My living room is being taken over by Lego. There is something very soothing for them as they sit in the "w" position (proprioceptive grounding for those in the know), methodically building their Lego, orally regulating which is occasionally in sync, but mostly sounds like a cacophony of tuneless tunes with a kind of beat thrown in. Time for ice blocks means that is is after lunch, we don't have them before lunch. You see, they have no concept of time. Well, neither do most children I hear you say! Mine really don't. One hour could mean 10 for them, and their routines are what dictate time.
I work hard at not making them agoraphobic. They don't like people, or crowds. At all. Really, it can cause them great anxiety. Especially if it is an unfamiliar place. They can tolerate shopping malls for short periods of time because the mall is a predictable routine for us, and I still have to bribe them with a toy. Last holidays, I wanted to take them to a historical village. Fun but educational thing, like stepping back time. It took me TWO HOURS of meltdown to get him into the car. Once there, I had to carry him around with him holding on for dear life.
The thing is that, in summer school hols, everywhere is busy. Even the familiar, predictable outings become a battle of massive proportion like a military manoeuvre.
Swimming pool today. James has become fearful of the womens change room; he doesn't want anyone, well women to be precise, to see him naked. We went at the weekend with Stephan, and he was terrified. Thankfully, Stephan was there to take him to the mens change room, otherwise he would have gone into full blown Autistic meltdown. (I'll talk about those later). So today, Stephan is at work, there is only me, and there is only one family change room. So I talk to him, tell him that if he wants to swim, he will have to come into the ladies. He really wanted to swim, so off we go. It was busy. Loud. They are noise sensitive. They spend most of their time underwater. When it was time to go, I talk to James again and remind him about the change room, and promised him an ice-block if he was brave. Lo and behold, how pleased am I that he dutifully follows me in!!!! "Where's Ben?" he says. Not here. Back out we go and Ben is cowering in the corner. For the love of God!!! To think that all I used to be worried about when I went to the pool is how I looked in a bathing suit!
So, we continue to find things to do. We live in the City of Sails, we are surrounded by beaches. James decided that he doesn't like beaches anymore because he is scared of dogs and of cutting his toe on the rocks (Ben cut his toe a few months ago, lots of blood, hence the phobia). I bought him some aqua shoes but he still won't go. Funny because last school hols, he wouldn't do anything BUT go to the beach. I am thinking that by now you may be getting a hint the flavour (OK, so I just watched British Bake off) of the obsessional interest. Plants v's Zombies. It's a computer game. To be fair it is actually quite addictive, I've played a bit myself in a vain but desperate attempt to beat Stephan, to no avail, he is really scarily good at it..........But James plays it ALL THE TIME. The accompanying music is driving me to utter distraction.They make play dough Plants v's zombies, Lego, he WOULD NOT STOP asking me for a plush toy character of a plant from the game which I ordered to literally save my sanity. Autistic obsessions. He has them all the time. Last year it was insects. He was going through a really bad patch in the early part of last year, and there were days that he he literally couldn't get into his special needs classroom. Just couldn't tolerate it. His teacher aide would spend the day hunting for insects with him around the school. Or taking him to the library to research insects. His written (I say that loosly, he hates writing, at the time, he was doing most of his ccomprehension on the computer) work was about insects. Oh, the slug one was the worst! His teacher banned him from bringing them into the classroom, and proceeded to find that he had hidden them everywhere! I found him putting one in his bed "because the slug was tired"!! Seriously!! God, I was glad when that one ended. His level of dependency on obsessional objects depends on where his anxiety is at, but it's always there. Like I said, plants v's zombies at the moment.
Time for bed. I feel like I am moving onto the hard part of James, and I'm too tired to write about it now, and is deserving of a whole blog to itself.
WTF will I do tomorrow? Might take a trip into Stephans work. They miss their Dad when he is at work, he plays with them tirelessly with cool stuff and is Master Of Lego Building. He is showing them the Star Wars movies, and talks them through it so that they understand. I am a poor second best, I hate Star Wars, and I am terrible at Lego. He really has endless patience with them, and they worship their Dad, especially James. Ben is a Mummy's Boy, but James belongs to his Dad. So, on that note, I need beauty sleep. Hope you enjoy reading my blog xxxxxxxx
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)