So far, so good (touch wood, fingers crossed and all that).
The medications have found their way down his throat with only a mild reminder each morning without any meltdowns, grunts or glaring looks - such a nice routine rut to get stuck in, don't you think?
He's currently doing textbook work !!!!!
Without complaint!!!!
Explanation - up until a few months ago he'd happily do textbook work as well as online work but he's been unable to focus/concentrate/get into the groove of the textbooks, preferring the online studies.
But today he's trotted off to a quiet room to complete his textbook work.
And...he got up out of bed without anyone calling him.
He also got his brekkie without being reminded.
Only one small quiet reminder to take his medicine and it was gone in a flash!
Someone has either frozen Hell or he's been abducted by aliens.
He's in a happy groove right now, double woot and bust out the party streamers!
Showing posts with label behaviours maturity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label behaviours maturity. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Hi Jean! Hygiene!
I must add, on the tail end of yesterdays post, Aspie teen avoids the shower but when we can shoehorn him into it it can take up to an hour for him to actually turn the water on and get in.
Then he needs reminding to shampoo his hair, wash his face, etc, or he'd just stand under the water.
Then we have to nag for him to turn the water down/or off as he usually has it at the force a fireman would expect to find at the end of his hose to fight a raging inferno.
Or he stands there for hours staring into space.
Then we might ask if he remembered to dry himself properly as we mop up the puddles from bathroom to his room.
"Oh. No. There wasn't a towel so I just walked to my bedroom and got dressed," is sometimes the reply.
Nevermind that the towels are in a cupboard that you have to pass to walk into or out of the bathroom.
He has barely touched a comb in his entire life to subdue his hair and refuses to let me near him with one, either.
A number 2 or 3 buzzcut usually keeps it in check once or twice per year.
I almost fell over with shock when he correctly used the phrase 'hair product' in a sentence the other day.
Thought he'd been abducted by aliens.
But then he admitted he'd read an ad for 'hair mud' and thought it was a new cultural discovery from Ancient Egypt or Roman Britain.
Ahhh, yes, my Aspie geek; might not be the most well-presented in a crowded room but he'd probably be the only one who could thrill a girl with detailed instructions on how to remove a dead persons brains, with a crochet hook, via their nasal passage.
What more could a girl ask for on a date!?!
Then he needs reminding to shampoo his hair, wash his face, etc, or he'd just stand under the water.
Then we have to nag for him to turn the water down/or off as he usually has it at the force a fireman would expect to find at the end of his hose to fight a raging inferno.
Or he stands there for hours staring into space.
Then we might ask if he remembered to dry himself properly as we mop up the puddles from bathroom to his room.
"Oh. No. There wasn't a towel so I just walked to my bedroom and got dressed," is sometimes the reply.
Nevermind that the towels are in a cupboard that you have to pass to walk into or out of the bathroom.
He has barely touched a comb in his entire life to subdue his hair and refuses to let me near him with one, either.
A number 2 or 3 buzzcut usually keeps it in check once or twice per year.
I almost fell over with shock when he correctly used the phrase 'hair product' in a sentence the other day.
Thought he'd been abducted by aliens.
But then he admitted he'd read an ad for 'hair mud' and thought it was a new cultural discovery from Ancient Egypt or Roman Britain.
Ahhh, yes, my Aspie geek; might not be the most well-presented in a crowded room but he'd probably be the only one who could thrill a girl with detailed instructions on how to remove a dead persons brains, with a crochet hook, via their nasal passage.
What more could a girl ask for on a date!?!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
This Fool isn't on the hill...yet
My eyesight is worsening (I'm legally blind) and I'm the wrong side of 40.
I don't say this for sympathy but to give you a background of how I view the future for my Aspie teen - coloured in panic.
Until his recent breakdown I thought we were trundling along quite well, that he was progressing, improving, interacting in the wide world with all sorts with nary a problem.
Yes, a rhubarb sweetie dish isn't the only fool in this house.
So, now I join Kelley in worrying for the future for my boy; do parents of those on the Spectrum have a special wall on which they perch, each forever gazing into the distance at the fast approaching Future as the grey hair and worry lines grow?
While the NT people scurry past us, flicking us barely a glance as they celebrate everything their NT child does, giving us only a momentary second of attention wondering, perhaps, at us sitting there.
Do we instinctively know where to find this wall, where to sit, in which order...?
Do we exchange pleasantries with those around us, operating on a first name basis as we will all witness each others children mature and enter adulthood where we will all continue to panic and worry and fret and hyperventilate at the thought that we can not negotiate extra years from Her On High just to supervise our ASD kids safely into late middle age....
I don't say this for sympathy but to give you a background of how I view the future for my Aspie teen - coloured in panic.
Until his recent breakdown I thought we were trundling along quite well, that he was progressing, improving, interacting in the wide world with all sorts with nary a problem.
Yes, a rhubarb sweetie dish isn't the only fool in this house.
So, now I join Kelley in worrying for the future for my boy; do parents of those on the Spectrum have a special wall on which they perch, each forever gazing into the distance at the fast approaching Future as the grey hair and worry lines grow?
While the NT people scurry past us, flicking us barely a glance as they celebrate everything their NT child does, giving us only a momentary second of attention wondering, perhaps, at us sitting there.
Do we instinctively know where to find this wall, where to sit, in which order...?
Do we exchange pleasantries with those around us, operating on a first name basis as we will all witness each others children mature and enter adulthood where we will all continue to panic and worry and fret and hyperventilate at the thought that we can not negotiate extra years from Her On High just to supervise our ASD kids safely into late middle age....
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