A discussion with my son on a Saturday grunge morning sleep in. That I would like him to be with us all in the lounge room instead of isolating himself in the other room playing the computer where I can’t monitor stuff.
Kiddo: Mum, I’m technically not on my own because there are other people playing this game on the computer! 😀
Mum: You can’t play anything on the X-box that you want because you get scared watching re-runs of whatever. There is scarey crap on the Internet which I worry can make you scared or anxious.
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Hello sitting here writing on WordPress with my son.
- We have got to get ready for the day Kiddo no. 2 says: “But I don’t want to go to school! I hate school! Mum: What is so bad about school! Kiddo: I hate (mainstream) school! I want to do iPad! Do you like doing reading? No! Do you like doing Science/Math? Do you have friend at school? No. Do you know how to make friends. I want my iPad! Why do you like playing your iPad? Son: It calms me down Mum, I like it!
Can you believe it! My son has can’t stop talking to me about the benefits of an X-box. HIs latest x-box promo is that the thing is great for core functioning as it strengthens his thumb muscles! (Smile to self). I love you son. I don’t want him to have one. We did have one when he was until 2015 but I found it made life too hard. I felt he could not regulate his behavior around it.
I said “You can’t eat an X-box!” and we can’t afford an X-box right now. I sold the last one because I did not think he could control his behavior around using it. My son misses social cues and using the Ipad is a great way to avoid having to learn to communicate.
Asking him over and over again to get off the computer/X-box is not something I want to do. I don’t want to get annoyed with my child. I don’t want to get frustrated. I don’t want to shout at my child. I don’t want to lose my cool. I must get rid of the X-box that is making him get so excited that he is being very loud or Reactive to. “Why do you want an X-box?”, “Are kids at school talking about X-boxes?”. According to The kiddo, he must have one,.
Do I “do writing” for BLABLABLA! Do I do writing because it makes me feel good. Do I like the proprioceptive feeling of the tips of my fingers on the keyboard. Do I write to whinge about my problems? Too vent? To pretend someone else actually gives a damn. My hands tingle when think of it. I’m going to steal some time and go tap dancing on the keyboard. I’m going to feel the thrill of manipulating my fingers on the keyboard, I’m going to press that key down hard and now soft. My head hurts. Oh yeah, I do have feelings too and when they weigh into the equation I can feel angry.
I remember closing my eyes and just writing whatever came to mine, stream of concsiousness flow. I remember when I was just out of school, finished year 12 HSC and wondering what to do with my life. So many things I wanted to do.
1.Write a book.
2. Be an actoress on stage.
3. Have some sort of counselling business.
4. My positive visualizations in relaxation brought the image of two children burnt into my brain. I have done relaxation practices many times and visualized these two children. I have since given birth to two children. I have a social work degree (which I have never got a paid job as a “social worker” through doing the degree.
I remember that in high school English class, with of course, my teacher -“Mr English”. (No pun intended!) I was never an “A grade” writer. I tried very hard for an A but I never seemed to get one until one day in class I closed my eyes and I imagined that I was writing. Like I was running. Fast as I could. With short. Sharp. Sentences. Instead of long drawn out sentences that seemed to go on forever. Mr English was so pleased ablout possibly my different writing of a sharp nature. He gave me an “A”. I was gobsmacked.
Have two children that I walked alongside and holding their hands, we were living life together. That is what I thought I wanted.
Life is tough!
It’s frustrating, I’ve hit a wall. I am tired. My energy just pours out of my fingertips into the keyboard hard wired to this screen blog.
I am just tired – so tired!
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Written and Authorised by Jane Muras, 4 Henry st, Hectorville, SA 5073 Candidate for Hectorville Ward CCC 2018
LOL!! Those two words are inextricably linked. I say with a smile on my face. I love my son. I have hopeful thoughts about the Theatre arts ensemble he has joined. I’m thinking. Boy I hope he has fun! I hope he discovers and learns some stuff about who he is/self development stuff. I thought the role play would be good as he likes repeating sequences which conceivably is good for “learning your lines in a play or am I just damned kidding myself?!” 😎
This avenue began because we went to see a theatre show one night some months ago at the True North Youth Theatre Ensemble, a show called “A kid like me!”. A show that the kiddo was really was inspired by as it was presented in the medium of an X-box, the audience chose the outcome through holding a controller.
My dear son talked loudly in the theatre while the MC (Alirio Zavarce who is also AD for No strings Attached Youth Theatre Ensemble) was starting the Show. it was a learning for kiddo about theatre etticut and unspoken social rules. Another excellent theatre is part of the Tutti Ensemble with Company A.T. Where it’s At! with Julian Jaensch
Autism – Drama and The kiddo
What a great platform! And a great place to share ideas!I love the way writing makes me feel. Heck some other Mums have shared some darn good ideas
that have helped me through this journey. Writing is liberating! Thankyou WordPress
Patience is a virtue when trying to get the kiddo undressed and into the pool when he doesn’t want to. I explain to him that this is the set time to do the swimming class. Kiddo does not want to take his clothes off! He doesn’t want to follow time schedules as it doesn’t fit”, the boy needs time to get used to the idea of getting changed. Kind of like starting up a pull string lawn mower, he has to do it a few times to get the mojo started. Alla get motivated to do something. Heavens to betsy! Hello world – we had allot of fun in the pool. Mum playing sharks with the kids in the water. Great for sensory! Please feel free to leave constructive useful ideas as its a place to share. Lawn mowing therapy and being tired!
Everybody has different brains and different bodies. My grandmother was a strong woman saying “Don’t let the bastards get you down Jane!” I admired her strength.
I wanted to talk about The Elephant in the room. Why is a person made to feel inadequate. Societal constructs or idea’s floated to shut you down/keep you feeling down/depressed/ashamed/Inadequate parent/shut you up etc.
Why does it happen? What leads to a person feeling this way? Upbringing? Class? Race? Societal standards? Comparison? Financial demographic? Level of disability? Disablism? Words? Power of words? Are you time poor? Capitalist society that wants a monoculture. It’s isolating!
I raise this as a point to discuss because I think we should talk about why people need to feel the same. What do you think? If they don’t feel the same as another then perhaps they feel alienated!
I know my family and I are different and that’s WONDERFUL! You know, of course, it is really really hard as well. This is a path where there have been allot of tears and readjusting as well. Life is always changing.
My family and I will go our own way. Autistic people are not sick. How is my kid going to feel good about who he/they inherently are (that which you cannot change) if I, we the parents don’t accept them for who they are?