We've slowly debriefed ourselves from our whistle-stop trip to Bendigo and have plans to both return to see more and to do a wander through Kyneton.
Aspie teen has remembered how to negotiate his schoolwork each day with me instead of having monsterous meltdowns because he's brain isn't clicked into gear for coping with maths or literature comprehension, etc.
Writing contracts on the back of envelopes helps as does sticking them on the fridge so they jump out at ya first thing in the morning.
Also, I took a leaf out of Madmother's book and added Evening Primrose Oil to the Flaxseed and Fish oil; possibly may be seeing more connections and less fritzing on the wiring.
We let him have a normal burger from the House of Jack Who is Peckish and we've seen a few little hiccups of behaviour - whether it's the gluten in the bun or just Aspie teen, who knows, but we're in one piece with no bruises and nary a scratch on the house or the contents (yippee).
Yes, we count our blessings tiny though they may be.
Just negotiated 8 pages of text book exercises with an episode of Glee which has highlighted another of his strengths - love my boy who can't figure out most social situations but who can clearly see that homophobia is so frickin' last century.
Who are the ones with the disability again?
Anyways, last night we got more culture than just the tub of yoghurt when we let him watch a production of Coppelia on the idiot box - that's a classical ballet with a loopy toymaker thinking he can make his doll turn into a living chickybabe - heartily approved of by Aspie teen who is asking to see a ballet on stage, now.
I'll just hunt down the leprechaun with that pot of gold.....