Confessions of a bored blogger

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.

Bullying kids on the Spectrum bullshyte

See the happy kid to the left?
That's my Aspie teen, when we visited Beaufort last week, smiling, relaxed and happy.
When we saw the paediatrician this week the doc made the mistake of asking how long we'd been homeschooling.
The floodgates opened and Aspie teen began chattering away about the bully at his former school who'd made his life a misery.
Trying to calm him was useless; he was like a wind-up toy stuck on his track, having to see this through to the end, so he repeated every.little.thing the bully had done.
Even mentioning how he'd threatened to find our home address to come and kill Aspie teen.
4 years on and it was still uppermost in his mind.
And now I read this news article about yet another ASD kid being bullied not just by other students but by their parents!
WTF?
These 'adults' are meant to set the example by which their little darlings live.
Why the heck are ASD kids taught to mind their manners but these rude tossers have none?
I can only imagine karma will be snacking on their rumps once they become old and frail when their kids kick 'em to the kerb, having the same amount of respect for the elderly as they do for those with a disability.
Pfft, Christians?
Sounds like a little bit bullshyte.