I have a confession to make.
I haven't blogged here for ages cos I found life...everything... boring.
Same old, same old; monumental meltdowns coupled with calls to emergency services, smashed up house, asking for help...and stress.
Oh, yes, that added extra every parent needs.
That was sarcasm dripping on the keyboard if you didn't notice.
If I found the whole thing as stimulating as watching bat shit dry, what could I offer you to read...the back of a cereal packet?
My gorgeous Feral Aspie teen has started back at mainstream school.
Thereby hangs a tale of mystery.
Through a series of events/circumstances/comments/attitudes, etc, he did not start at his school until AFTER the bully (who nearly caused him to have a complete breakdown in primary school) was EXPELLED from the very same school.
My Dad was looking after his beloved grandson.
This child of mine has laughed at ribbing earning grudging respect...he has come back with funny responses when someone has given him lip....he has been polite, well-mannered with his teachers....he has corrected smartarses who tried to prove him wrong in front of teachers (who backed him up), yesterday he braved name-calling on the bus to liberate some terracotta pots from hard rubbish for me.
Then this morning we got a call to tell us how much he is liked at school.
How much his teachers like him and like having him in their classes.
How impressed they are with his academic work.
How much the other kids like him.
How some have dubbed him "the coolest dude".
Our lives changed with his diagnosis at age 2, it changed again when he faced so many challenges at the start of school, then our existence changed again when the bullying got out of control for which I began homeschooling him.
Again our lives changed following his head injury and his behavioural change.
After 4 years of homeschooling he was ready to return to mainstream school and, through serendipity (his Pa watching over him) we found him the right school that was the right fit, with small classes, at the right time.
The sun is shining despite the pouring rain outside my window.
Our life has changed again after the phone call this morning.
My boys beautiful nature is having a chance to shine through once more.
Showing posts with label Aspergers autism ADHD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aspergers autism ADHD. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Hey, honey, I'm hoooooooooooome!
So....
It's been awhile!
Gawd, looked at the last date on here and it's almost 2 months since I posted.
Haven't redecorated as yet....not for want of bits and bobs, although the hard rubbish drive was sadly disappointing this year as the recycling was done in the wee hours by people quieter than church mice (and if you've ever sat in a pew listening hard for church mice over the organ....you'll know how quiet those little critters really are).
Yeah, I have the oddest of thoughts skipping through my grey matter at times.
Along with the random hymn.
And redecorating plans.
We still have holes in the walls - with the warm weather coming on I'll probably procrastinate for some more months that it's extra air-con *rolls eyes at self* - although I'm toying with the idea of turning them into recessed shelving.
Yeah, yeah, doesn't every toilets need recessed shelving?
For the outdated Phantom comic books?
And in other news the Aspie geek teen is back in mainstream school.
Woohoo.
6 weeks to date.
It's been a blessing; he was ready to return to the school system, we found a nearby state school that caters to kids with learning difficulties (particularly Autism), they have smaller-than-usual class sizes/school population and so far it's a really good fit.
And I get a whole 7 hours to myself!
That is....if I can convince the spouse to bugger off outside to rediscover himself in the garden *snort*
It's been awhile!
Gawd, looked at the last date on here and it's almost 2 months since I posted.
Haven't redecorated as yet....not for want of bits and bobs, although the hard rubbish drive was sadly disappointing this year as the recycling was done in the wee hours by people quieter than church mice (and if you've ever sat in a pew listening hard for church mice over the organ....you'll know how quiet those little critters really are).
Yeah, I have the oddest of thoughts skipping through my grey matter at times.
Along with the random hymn.
And redecorating plans.
We still have holes in the walls - with the warm weather coming on I'll probably procrastinate for some more months that it's extra air-con *rolls eyes at self* - although I'm toying with the idea of turning them into recessed shelving.
Yeah, yeah, doesn't every toilets need recessed shelving?
For the outdated Phantom comic books?
And in other news the Aspie geek teen is back in mainstream school.
Woohoo.
6 weeks to date.
It's been a blessing; he was ready to return to the school system, we found a nearby state school that caters to kids with learning difficulties (particularly Autism), they have smaller-than-usual class sizes/school population and so far it's a really good fit.
And I get a whole 7 hours to myself!
That is....if I can convince the spouse to bugger off outside to rediscover himself in the garden *snort*
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Balaclava Bagels nom nom nom nom nom nom
So, we're in February.
Where'd that month go!
Scared much?!
School starts on Friday for us here in Victoria - yeah, go figure, some bureaucrat was let loose with the calendar to pick a date, any date for kids to return to school and out of a whole calendar....they had to choose a Friday.
In Summer.
In what has turned out to be an uncivilised heatwave.
Ahuh.
Guess those monkeys are still running the nuthouse, eh?
Anyway, the feral Aspie teen is officially beginning distance ed on Friday.
Could be interesting.
Had him off to headspace today to see the psychiatrist - he's too complex and has been referred back to good old CAMHS.
But, despite the blistering heat, the furnace-like wind blasting the skin off our faces and drying our eyeballs into shrivelled up little prunes we managed to wrestle a smoked salmon, cream cheese with capers bagel from the ever delish Glicks Bakery nom nom nom nom nom nom.
I was good and merelydrooled salivated wildly watched while he et the delectable morsel.
Where'd that month go!
Scared much?!
School starts on Friday for us here in Victoria - yeah, go figure, some bureaucrat was let loose with the calendar to pick a date, any date for kids to return to school and out of a whole calendar....they had to choose a Friday.
In Summer.
In what has turned out to be an uncivilised heatwave.
Ahuh.
Guess those monkeys are still running the nuthouse, eh?
Anyway, the feral Aspie teen is officially beginning distance ed on Friday.
Could be interesting.
Had him off to headspace today to see the psychiatrist - he's too complex and has been referred back to good old CAMHS.
But, despite the blistering heat, the furnace-like wind blasting the skin off our faces and drying our eyeballs into shrivelled up little prunes we managed to wrestle a smoked salmon, cream cheese with capers bagel from the ever delish Glicks Bakery nom nom nom nom nom nom.
I was good and merely
Thursday, January 20, 2011
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.
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*
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
2nd floor autism, bras, bills and footy boots
Today I'm going to talk about....bras.
I can see all male readers will be hitting the red X...after having turned green about the gills.
Aspie teen, himself, would be squealing with horror if he knew I was mentioning....bras.
When you get blessed with a kid with 'quirks' these quirks come with a hefty price tag, at times.
To the point where an awful lot of things get put on the 'unimportant' list and you learn to do without.
Last night I vaguely entertained the idea of going to the Aussie Bloggers Conference until I remembered the neurologist's appointment later this month which we have to pay for and then scaring up an adolescent psychiatrist.
Which also hits the hip pocket if we have to go private to actually see someone before the next millennium.
So....bras.
When I find one that fits, is comfortable enough not to cut off my lung capacity nor draw blood from chafing, then I kinda fall in love.
Remember, I've been indulging in the comfort food so I'm not exactly a tiny slip of a thing that can get away with a pair of hankies and some shoe laces; at the moment there's a division between the 14GG or the 16DD bras, some of the latter which gives me a bust like Sabrina (except not the wasp-like waist. Who do I sacrifice for that?!).
Now, I've either lost a shedload of weight up top or I've over-stretched the back strap on my favourite 16 DD as I'm down to the last hook-and-eye set and shifting the shoulder straps.
*sigh*
It's days are numbered.
I'll have to slot a new bra somewhere in between medical, medicine, footy fees, utility bills and the dreaded possibility of new footy boots for this year *shudder*.
Size 13 - 14 footy boots and 14GG - 16DD bras...big aint always best!
I can see all male readers will be hitting the red X...after having turned green about the gills.
Aspie teen, himself, would be squealing with horror if he knew I was mentioning....bras.
When you get blessed with a kid with 'quirks' these quirks come with a hefty price tag, at times.
To the point where an awful lot of things get put on the 'unimportant' list and you learn to do without.
Last night I vaguely entertained the idea of going to the Aussie Bloggers Conference until I remembered the neurologist's appointment later this month which we have to pay for and then scaring up an adolescent psychiatrist.
Which also hits the hip pocket if we have to go private to actually see someone before the next millennium.
So....bras.
When I find one that fits, is comfortable enough not to cut off my lung capacity nor draw blood from chafing, then I kinda fall in love.
Remember, I've been indulging in the comfort food so I'm not exactly a tiny slip of a thing that can get away with a pair of hankies and some shoe laces; at the moment there's a division between the 14GG or the 16DD bras, some of the latter which gives me a bust like Sabrina (except not the wasp-like waist. Who do I sacrifice for that?!).
Now, I've either lost a shedload of weight up top or I've over-stretched the back strap on my favourite 16 DD as I'm down to the last hook-and-eye set and shifting the shoulder straps.
*sigh*
It's days are numbered.
I'll have to slot a new bra somewhere in between medical, medicine, footy fees, utility bills and the dreaded possibility of new footy boots for this year *shudder*.
Size 13 - 14 footy boots and 14GG - 16DD bras...big aint always best!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Groundhog Day/time loop...shoving shyte uphill like Sisyphus
Sorry, Sisyphus only shoved a great thunderingly huge rock, not shyte.
Bet he wished he shoved shyte, instead.
I digress...
I get to experience a time loop each.and.every.single.fecking.day.
Think of it as Groundhog Day, repeating the same shyte over and over and over and over ad infinitum.
Until you finally correct your mistake (Groundhog Day film) and then time advances forward in a normal fashion once more.
Or, if you're lucky enough to be me, it doesn't.
You're stuck with the same thing happening over and over and over and over again ad infinitum.
Or until I drop dead.
That's if I'm allowed to die.
Could turn out to be one of those computer games where the damn characters get a bazillion lives to be smooshed, mauled, crashed and splattered any which way you can imagine.
So, do I try to change things to prevent the repetition? (I'm asked by well-meaning-but-brain-dead-people who don't know the difference between your/you're and smell of cod liver oil).
Why, golly gosh, that had never crossed my mind at all.*rolls eyes*
Yes, sarcasm, it's often wasted on these people as they don't recognise it unless they're slapped in the face with a wet fish and even then some are iffy.
Have I tried asking the Aspie teen what causes his fury? (Again, the imagaination of these twits knows many boundaries). *more wild eye rolling*
Have we tried medication/diet/exercise/running away to a circus?
No, although we pursued many meals of wild thistles sprinkled with imported free range slugs raised solely on organic strawberries and gooseberries whilst washing it down with jellied eels, sauteed worms then licking the back of a cane toad for recreational purposes.
And that was just for my father.
So, the time loop/Groundhog Day goes on....every day of 2011 so far.
I'm determined to find something decent in this year (typed through gritted teeth) even if I have to choke the living shyte out of this fecking 12 months and kick it to the kerb when it's replacement shows up in 361 days.
Bet he wished he shoved shyte, instead.
I digress...
I get to experience a time loop each.and.every.single.fecking.day.
Think of it as Groundhog Day, repeating the same shyte over and over and over and over ad infinitum.
Until you finally correct your mistake (Groundhog Day film) and then time advances forward in a normal fashion once more.
Or, if you're lucky enough to be me, it doesn't.
You're stuck with the same thing happening over and over and over and over again ad infinitum.
Or until I drop dead.
That's if I'm allowed to die.
Could turn out to be one of those computer games where the damn characters get a bazillion lives to be smooshed, mauled, crashed and splattered any which way you can imagine.
So, do I try to change things to prevent the repetition? (I'm asked by well-meaning-but-brain-dead-people who don't know the difference between your/you're and smell of cod liver oil).
Why, golly gosh, that had never crossed my mind at all.*rolls eyes*
Yes, sarcasm, it's often wasted on these people as they don't recognise it unless they're slapped in the face with a wet fish and even then some are iffy.
Have I tried asking the Aspie teen what causes his fury? (Again, the imagaination of these twits knows many boundaries). *more wild eye rolling*
Have we tried medication/diet/exercise/running away to a circus?
No, although we pursued many meals of wild thistles sprinkled with imported free range slugs raised solely on organic strawberries and gooseberries whilst washing it down with jellied eels, sauteed worms then licking the back of a cane toad for recreational purposes.
And that was just for my father.
So, the time loop/Groundhog Day goes on....every day of 2011 so far.
I'm determined to find something decent in this year (typed through gritted teeth) even if I have to choke the living shyte out of this fecking 12 months and kick it to the kerb when it's replacement shows up in 361 days.
Battle of the Blogger Butts - new challenge, have a go!
Again.
Not that I've actually been off a weight loss kick but with so much support and encouragement from other blogging gals I hope to be able to shift some weight and keep it off.
I eat healthy, we all do, but there are times when a day has been just too freaking exhausting or I'm in brain fartage overload and I do the whole comfort food thing.
Cos I can.
Cos when each day slides into the next like Groundhog Day with Aspie teen's anger, fury and, overall, disappointment tainting every.single.thing with bitterness, the whole comfort food thing seems pretty harmless.
Until the scales start screaming in protest and the XXXL clothes are snug and you don't recognise yourself in a shop window...then the whole bitter disappointment thing starts up again and the comfort food seems so innocuous...
With optimism of a brand new year buoying me up I'm hoping to carve some of the beef off this carcass.
Although I'd love to I'm not attending the Aussie Bloggers Conference like most of the others taking on the Battle of the Bloggers Butts (too much hassle with Aspie teen, my vision and Meniere's Syndrome) but I hope I can offer support and encouragement to the other gals embarking on this challenge.
Go check it out HERE, give it a go, heck what have any of us got to lose except some unwanted weight?!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Woot, we've almost slayed this beastie, let's line up the new one!
The insane festive season is almost done and dusted.
Give me a Hell Yeah!
And a high five.
And a hammock, foot massage, maybe a neck rub and a tall, tanned piece of eye candy to peel me a grape.
Aspie teen has had a few ups and downs but it is sooooooo much easier staying away from the insanity, not dragging him into the maelstrom, even avoiding big family gatherings.
It's just too cruel to make him deal with large amounts of people en masse then wait for the expectant meltdown afterwards.
Which involves a lot of broken things and pain for the parental units here, not to mention the stress and headaches all round.
And even more knocks to the poor kid's self-esteem which he doesn't need.
He catches up with rellies at quieter times and in smaller groups, leaving everyone with much happier memories and experiences.
We managed to hit Dunolly before Chrissy and saw the fab street decorations with the trees lit up in solar-powered fairy lights, shop windows brightly coloured and private gardens flickering with pretty lights in the pitch dark, which helped calm Aspie teen as he loves his home away from home.
As the Myer windows are unveiled and the Myer street parade takes the masses to the streets - we take to the road and head for the hills....of the Great Divide and beyond!
So, tomorrow night will be another quiet one for us all as we potter about and cheer in 2011 in our own fashion.
And probably explore a shedload of audiobooks from Yarra Plenty Library to celebrate!
Give me a Hell Yeah!
And a high five.
And a hammock, foot massage, maybe a neck rub and a tall, tanned piece of eye candy to peel me a grape.
Aspie teen has had a few ups and downs but it is sooooooo much easier staying away from the insanity, not dragging him into the maelstrom, even avoiding big family gatherings.
It's just too cruel to make him deal with large amounts of people en masse then wait for the expectant meltdown afterwards.
Which involves a lot of broken things and pain for the parental units here, not to mention the stress and headaches all round.
And even more knocks to the poor kid's self-esteem which he doesn't need.
He catches up with rellies at quieter times and in smaller groups, leaving everyone with much happier memories and experiences.
We managed to hit Dunolly before Chrissy and saw the fab street decorations with the trees lit up in solar-powered fairy lights, shop windows brightly coloured and private gardens flickering with pretty lights in the pitch dark, which helped calm Aspie teen as he loves his home away from home.
As the Myer windows are unveiled and the Myer street parade takes the masses to the streets - we take to the road and head for the hills....of the Great Divide and beyond!
So, tomorrow night will be another quiet one for us all as we potter about and cheer in 2011 in our own fashion.
And probably explore a shedload of audiobooks from Yarra Plenty Library to celebrate!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
When teen geeks gather in groups....
Aspie teen joined a new social group for teens on the spectrum and wow!
He had a wonderful time :)
They met and chatted with Wendy Lawson, ate pizza, compared obsessions and plotted more LOLCats.
Apparently they yakked geek stuff for ages then they had to choose a group activity to do for next month, where they have to work together....yep, they're bringing their laptops and will be making a computer program to build computer games.
Ahhh, geek heaven!
Remember ....
Dr Sheldon Cooper is but one lab accident away from being a super villain!
He had a wonderful time :)
They met and chatted with Wendy Lawson, ate pizza, compared obsessions and plotted more LOLCats.
Apparently they yakked geek stuff for ages then they had to choose a group activity to do for next month, where they have to work together....yep, they're bringing their laptops and will be making a computer program to build computer games.
Ahhh, geek heaven!
Remember ....
Dr Sheldon Cooper is but one lab accident away from being a super villain!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Mental Health Week 10th -16th October Info sessions
Let's face it, boys and girls, ASD can often go hand-in-hand with mental disorders.
Just for that little bit more fun in our lives.
That extra sprinkle of goodness we can choke down along with our gluten-free cornflakes before we start the daily madness of running around to therapists and early intervention and speechies and sensory integration and drama and swimming and football and cricket and language classes and science club and gem club and and and....*splat*
For those in Victoria, Autism Victoria is running some information sessions on the relationship between ASD and mental health.
For details click HERE.
We shall be trotting along, at the request of Aspie teen who wishes to learn more.
Just for that little bit more fun in our lives.
That extra sprinkle of goodness we can choke down along with our gluten-free cornflakes before we start the daily madness of running around to therapists and early intervention and speechies and sensory integration and drama and swimming and football and cricket and language classes and science club and gem club and and and....*splat*
For those in Victoria, Autism Victoria is running some information sessions on the relationship between ASD and mental health.
For details click HERE.
We shall be trotting along, at the request of Aspie teen who wishes to learn more.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Just stick your head in a bucket to listen to Brahms
Well, the Aspie geeky one and I hit the historical society today but not before he completed some work online.
Walked into the kitchen to find him with the radio blaring 1940s tunes while he was bopping away, doing his Maths Online, with his lapidary ear-muffs on.
Ahuh.
Reason?
He loves old records - 45s, 33s, even 78s - and he loves the crackles, hisses and pops that come through the speakers, hence why he has roaring 40s music roaring.
Plus, music helps people study, focus, pay attention and it works for Aspie geek kid.
But the crackles, hisses and pops are just ever so slightly distracting to him while he's doing Maths Online (which has spoken instructions for each equation).
Sooooooo....the industrial ear-muffs he uses for his lapidary work were the perfect thing to block the crackles, hisses and pops without blocking out the rest of the music.
Makes sense to me!
Walked into the kitchen to find him with the radio blaring 1940s tunes while he was bopping away, doing his Maths Online, with his lapidary ear-muffs on.
Ahuh.
Reason?
He loves old records - 45s, 33s, even 78s - and he loves the crackles, hisses and pops that come through the speakers, hence why he has roaring 40s music roaring.
Plus, music helps people study, focus, pay attention and it works for Aspie geek kid.
But the crackles, hisses and pops are just ever so slightly distracting to him while he's doing Maths Online (which has spoken instructions for each equation).
Sooooooo....the industrial ear-muffs he uses for his lapidary work were the perfect thing to block the crackles, hisses and pops without blocking out the rest of the music.
Makes sense to me!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Ssssssenses plus or minus the commonsense one!
As I peck this out on the keyboard the Aspie teen is off in the city to a lecture with his Dad.
I won some tickets to a talk, part of the Melbourne Writer's Festival, on White Noise in a Networked World.
Science + history + lecture + digital + networking = right up Aspie teen's alley of interests!
Of course, when I complained about the 'inland moisture event'(you and I know it better as a big bloody storm) hubby leapt to the rescue of taking him in to the lecture.
Now, Aspie teen has had increased sensory sensitivity in the past 18 months, increasing to the point that he throws his arms out wide declaring
"I'm a tree! Hug me!"
To which we are expected to give him really tight squishy hugs.
Which he returns.
And almost busts our ribs.
Anywho, he'd been banging on about getting a Snuggie for almost a year when hubby snaffled him one at a local cheapie shop (plain blue, no faux leopard print in this house!) and Aspie teen has been in 7th Heaven.
Cos he can wrap it around himself tightly.
His sense of smell is so sensitive to the point he was refusing to have showers cos he was overwhelmed by the perfume of soaps/shampoo, toothpaste, etc.
We became somewhat sensitive to his particular smell but that's another tale *snort*
Same with his hearing - he's able to partially block out everything around him while out by playing his DS Nintendo (it's saved our sanity a bajillion times) but he can hear us speaking softly from several rooms away and he's become increasingly light sensitive to the point you'd describe him as photo-phobic.
Side-tracking here... he used to be on medication that made his eyes more sensitive to UV light leading to a higher chance of developing cataracts if he didn't wear sunnies while outdoors yet the school fought us on every attempt to allow him to wear them at recess, interesting to see SunSmart Victoria is now including it as part of the sun-smart clothing!
Aspie teen has often complained about white noise distracting and irritating him to the point he has a meltdown.
Not that he can pin-point that white noise is the cause, we have to work our way back through Every.Tiny.Little.Itty.Bitty detail and it's not something that used to automatically spring to my mind.
I'm so glad I live in this techno-savvy world where we can use hand-held computer games to block out irritants, use iPhones and iPads to help kids to communicate and where we're able to identify and recognise irritants like white noise whereas 50 years ago people would have been labelled insane.
He's now home describing the lecture, talking about a room in Cambridge University where it's minus 13 decibels and so noise dampened that you can hear your blood running through your veins, hear the electrical signals of the nervous system and your digestion!
Some people become so overwhelmed they can become nauseous, pass out or have audio hallucinations.
Yeah, how abouts we don't build one at home here?!@
I won some tickets to a talk, part of the Melbourne Writer's Festival, on White Noise in a Networked World.
Science + history + lecture + digital + networking = right up Aspie teen's alley of interests!
Of course, when I complained about the 'inland moisture event'(you and I know it better as a big bloody storm) hubby leapt to the rescue of taking him in to the lecture.
Now, Aspie teen has had increased sensory sensitivity in the past 18 months, increasing to the point that he throws his arms out wide declaring
"I'm a tree! Hug me!"
To which we are expected to give him really tight squishy hugs.
Which he returns.
And almost busts our ribs.
Anywho, he'd been banging on about getting a Snuggie for almost a year when hubby snaffled him one at a local cheapie shop (plain blue, no faux leopard print in this house!) and Aspie teen has been in 7th Heaven.
Cos he can wrap it around himself tightly.
His sense of smell is so sensitive to the point he was refusing to have showers cos he was overwhelmed by the perfume of soaps/shampoo, toothpaste, etc.
We became somewhat sensitive to his particular smell but that's another tale *snort*
Same with his hearing - he's able to partially block out everything around him while out by playing his DS Nintendo (it's saved our sanity a bajillion times) but he can hear us speaking softly from several rooms away and he's become increasingly light sensitive to the point you'd describe him as photo-phobic.
Side-tracking here... he used to be on medication that made his eyes more sensitive to UV light leading to a higher chance of developing cataracts if he didn't wear sunnies while outdoors yet the school fought us on every attempt to allow him to wear them at recess, interesting to see SunSmart Victoria is now including it as part of the sun-smart clothing!
Aspie teen has often complained about white noise distracting and irritating him to the point he has a meltdown.
Not that he can pin-point that white noise is the cause, we have to work our way back through Every.Tiny.Little.Itty.Bitty detail and it's not something that used to automatically spring to my mind.
I'm so glad I live in this techno-savvy world where we can use hand-held computer games to block out irritants, use iPhones and iPads to help kids to communicate and where we're able to identify and recognise irritants like white noise whereas 50 years ago people would have been labelled insane.
He's now home describing the lecture, talking about a room in Cambridge University where it's minus 13 decibels and so noise dampened that you can hear your blood running through your veins, hear the electrical signals of the nervous system and your digestion!
Some people become so overwhelmed they can become nauseous, pass out or have audio hallucinations.
Yeah, how abouts we don't build one at home here?!@
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I am soooooo bad at mummyhood
I am such a horrid mummy.
I dragged my dear son to the op shop which he loves and bought him a long stitch kit for a measly $3.
Yes, I realise he's a boy and, no, I'm not having retro-post-natal-aspirations for my offspring's gender.
His fine motor skills need tweaking now and then; he burbles along quite well then something happens and I'll realise he's out of kilter - like a growth spurt has made his spatial awareness skew-whiff and he needs to relearn to adjust his personal space with his size 14 feet, etc.
So, yeah, yesterday we all discovered the fact he had nfi how to thread a needle.
Much angst and meltdowns and screaming, grunting, and crapola ensued
No it didn't, really.
Just thought I'd throw in a drama queen moment.
He managed to thread his first sewing needle about 2 hours into his first real sewing project.
And who taught him how to thread a needle and how to do long stitch?
Don't look at me, it was his Dad what done it.
I dragged my dear son to the op shop which he loves and bought him a long stitch kit for a measly $3.
Yes, I realise he's a boy and, no, I'm not having retro-post-natal-aspirations for my offspring's gender.
His fine motor skills need tweaking now and then; he burbles along quite well then something happens and I'll realise he's out of kilter - like a growth spurt has made his spatial awareness skew-whiff and he needs to relearn to adjust his personal space with his size 14 feet, etc.
So, yeah, yesterday we all discovered the fact he had nfi how to thread a needle.
No it didn't, really.
Just thought I'd throw in a drama queen moment.
He managed to thread his first sewing needle about 2 hours into his first real sewing project.
And who taught him how to thread a needle and how to do long stitch?
Don't look at me, it was his Dad what done it.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Olfactory survey inside my four walls
Last year I was given a giftbox of a skin cream and a bottle of perfume that carries the name of a well-known supermodel.
I've been using the skin cream and thought it was pretty good, so this morning I tried out the perfume.
Well.
The canine fur-baby thought I was the bees knees, Au de Butcher's Toilette Spray couldn't have attracted her more!
She climbed all over me, sniff-sniff-sniffing loudly, tail going like the clappers, you'd have thought I'd been dragged through a patch of roadkill or had been swimming through the offal at the abattoirs.
I managed to separate her from myself and, later, trotted off to wake Aspie teen where I was told,
"Give me a hug,"
sniff-sniff-SNIFF
Then...
"You smell funny. A nice funny smell"
Yup, dogs and Aspies are in full agreement and can recommend the perfume!
I've been using the skin cream and thought it was pretty good, so this morning I tried out the perfume.
Well.
The canine fur-baby thought I was the bees knees, Au de Butcher's Toilette Spray couldn't have attracted her more!
She climbed all over me, sniff-sniff-sniffing loudly, tail going like the clappers, you'd have thought I'd been dragged through a patch of roadkill or had been swimming through the offal at the abattoirs.
I managed to separate her from myself and, later, trotted off to wake Aspie teen where I was told,
"Give me a hug,"
sniff-sniff-SNIFF
Then...
"You smell funny. A nice funny smell"
Yup, dogs and Aspies are in full agreement and can recommend the perfume!
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