Cooking

My attempts at teaching my darling son to cook are, at times, both frustrating (for him) and a source of immeasurable giggles (for me).
We have chickens; free ranging, egg-laying, bossy, personality-plus chickens ruling the roost (and backyard) with gossipy cackles from sun up til sun down.
When I instructed him to check the inside cavity of the (store bought) chicken he was going to roast he gave me the most horrified look, followed by,
"I'm not looking up its cloaca!"

Food

Braces have given my son the perfect excuse to have his favourite textured food again ; thick, home cooked casserole/stew consistency, soft and undemanding on his mouth, teeth and gums.
Easily chewed without any concentration required so he can zone out, one of his stims.
He has always been overly sensitive with all of his senses, his mouth equally so with food textures.
It goes back to the soft mashable food my mother, his favourite person in the whole world, would make for him.

Comorbidity

Comorbidity  - containing the word 'morbid' anyone would sense that it doesn't bode well - is a word to describe weight, heart-ache, struggles.
It defines other people's ignorance.
It allows the medical profession to post another label on someones forehead.
It means, in a nut shell, that some conditions/syndromes/disorders go hand-in-hand with others.

Tactile tactics

Is it wrong that most parents of kids on the Spectrum get more fun out of the tactile goodies that the kids do?
Sure, the kids get tactile therapy from them but, mostly, all the while screaming their lungs out in protest at 'this revolting thing invading my personal space'.
Or that's what I reckon they'd say if they could use their words.