Dear world: It isn’t misbehaving. It isn’t hyperactivity. It isn’t too much candy. Or too much soda. Or too little discipline.
It’s called coping.
It’s called an autistic brain coping with this incompatible world the best way that it can.Pin It
That is, until this week.
I don’t know if he has spring fever or what. I just know that this week has been horrible – he punched a boy (who was bullying him) in the eye- twice because the kid punched him back and then it was ON, he was removed from the classroom twice, he’s had two full days where he refused to work at all…
All week long, I’ve prepared Scott for the inevitable fact that he will wear a shirt and tie to school today. All week long he’s informed me that he will NOT wear a shirt and tie to school today.
This morning, I allowed 15 extra minutes and got out the clothes from which I would allow him to choose and he melted down. Clothes went everywhere. Tears fell. Beds were kicked. Pillows thrown. Choices given.
A brief essay on the 5AM alarm clock, the teenager with late working hours, the two young boys – one of whom is SO reliant on schedules and timing, AND, last but not least, the idea that changing the hands on the clock doesn’t ACTUALLY add or remove the number of hours the sun shines in a day:
Yesterday, on my main Facebook and on my Hallee the Homemaker Facebook, I posted this:
Ode to the mother of the autistic child who’s had every schedule in his life obliterated by the Christmas holiday and a continuous succession of snow days…