Luckily I can run fast.
Sometimes I think it is the only useful quality I have for dealing with aspie boy. I am not calm, I am not patient, I have no interest in computer games, I hate being indoors on sunny days, I do not cope well with getting up at 6am on weekend mornings. And the worst thing someone can do is try to control or manipulate me, and when it's your own child the feelings that are stirred up are quite strong. So a tin of sweet corn is now looking rather dented round the edges and myself and aspie boy are currently in separate rooms.
Do you want to know why?
Well just read on....
For the last number of days, weeks even, all that aspie boy has talked about is the next game that he is getting. It seemed that every day he came up with a new title, and always it as nag, nag, nag about when was I going to order it. But as I patiently reminded him, he hadn't actually liked any of the last three games that had been ordered so I suggested that he was very careful about his choice this time. I even got him to type up a list of the games that he fancied. This was done in a very organised way, in alphabetical order and categorised by console.
So yesterday he announced which one he wanted first and that he really really wanted it. And as soon as possible. Yesterday was a Sunday so I was flat out all day and this morning things were a bit crazy as he was anxious about going on his school trip which actually went very well. But perhaps the anxiety was a sign of what was to come.
I had a lot to do when he came home too, but he was so keen that I decided I would just have toast for tea so I could fit in ordering the game. And just as I confirmed the order he said the following:
"You know some gamers leave the game in the box for while after it arrives..."
I looked at him,
"You don't really want this game, do you?"
"Well, not as much as I did this morning."
After staying calm for weeks, I'm afraid I lost it at that point. And if anyone can tell me how to stay calm, please let me know. I told him I never wanted to talk about ordering games again so he headed for the door and I ran after him. It wasn't secured like this:
In a few minutes I'm heading out to a special teen disco with Smiley, which will be a great break from the emotional madness of asperger's. I may just dance my socks off as there's no group more unselfconscious and inclusive than teenagers with special needs. Hopefully I'll be able to handle him better when I get back...