This is about the daily grind with young kids ages 8, 6, and 2 and everything that goes with it. From wishing I were somewhere else (more often than you would like to know) to how I'm managing to get through the day without totally losing the plot. My oldest has Asperger's and Sensory Processing Disorder. And he's the best behaved out of the whole lot.
So our little world is crumbling all around us and I'm doing everything I can to help Alex hang on by a thread. His SPED teacher went on maternity leave yesterday and he'll be without her for the remainder of the year.
One day into this and he's already had his first meltdown while at OT and it was a good one. A doozy even. So bad he lost his mind and didn't even know it. I was just thankful it wasn't at my house.
We talked about it later and he said, "I don't even know what happened to me," and started crying.
He's brought back some old stims and is showing all the signs of being under a large amount of stress.
I'm doing what I can but nothing hurts worse than seeing your own child come slowly unhinged, bit by bit, right before your very eyes.
His General Education teacher has gone above and beyond and for that I am eternally grateful. She's been working with me, doing what she can to help him in so many ways possible. She truly gets Alex and knows how hard these next few weeks are going to be. I wish she could really know how much her support and understanding means to me.
I have to switch gears hear because I fear I can't get through the rest of this post without bawling. Instead, I'll give you a picture of what Alex likes to do best.
Double fisting, baby. Double fisting. I-touch and I-pad .
And I know this sounds silly but look, no cuss words in the whole post.
No offense, I much prefer the posts in which I cuss.