Hello my uber-sexy readers!
We are still alive although I have nfi how what with the sheer insanity of Silly Season shopping (I want it! I must Have IT NOW!!! Gimme Gimme Gimme! Getouttamyway!).
Yeah, friggin' insane.
We are getting some suggested strategies on handling Aspie teen with his quirky behaviour.
I say quirky with a slightly hysterical giggle as there's all sorts of things rearing their heads in his behaviour of late - increased Tourette's grunting, humming, lining his toys up again, scratching and cutting himself (hell-lllloooooo) mishearing conversations/hearing auditory comments no one has made (hell-llloooooo, again) being ever so slightly paranoid and thinking we're out to get him (yeah, I can hear what you're thinking from this distance) as well as the usual suspects of needing routine, guidence, yada, yada, yada.
We've been disappearing up the Calder Highway to our favouritest little country town for some mental relief for the geek kid; he can relax, there's no stress, no threat, in fact he walked to the shops TWICE on his own from the caravan park, approx. 1 km round trip.
Yeah, a massive humongous thing cos this 14 year old hasn't got that much courage or road safety to cross the road here in Melbourne (too stressful and ramps up his anxiety) whereas he knows cars stop at the pedestrian crossing and he can see what traffic there is for miles up the road.
He's started a small dig on our land where he's found a shedload of pottery, bricks, mudbricks and a large piece of dressed stone.
He lurves his archaeology.
We inquired at the local historical society but they haven't much in the way of info on our land although they are fabulous and are searching through their records.
We'll be parking ourselves at the dining table for Chrissy Day and probably disappearing up the Calder Highway again in the New Year to get Aspie teen away from the hyped up stress and into his archaeology dig.
Merry Christmas to you all, you wonderfully supportive people xxxxx