I don’t know how to control it. Keep things at a low stress level all the time. Let him do what he wants to do. He loves playing games on the computer so I try to inspire both my boys with the idea of coding, get them doing code kingdoms to learn how to code so he they are not just a passive viewer/watcher of you tube video’s but a creator.
It’s all very tiring. Gosh I am tired right now as all day I have been 1. actively driving for school pick up and drop off, 2. paying household bills, 3. House chores, 4. Literally running all over Adelaide, from the beach to the the city and other areas to raise awareness of Autism in the community and for our school, doing what needs to be done for that, and registering for the 2017 City to Bay Fun Run. I’m tired now. How do ease his anxiety, shall I get the boys running as well? Any suggestions.
No. 1 Kiddo (who was 9 years old at the time) and No. 2 Kiddo (6 yrs) dont want to see Grandpa in the coffin viewing, No. 1 Kiddo says that he knew him when he was alive and that “It would totally freak me out” to see him dead. No. 2 Kiddo says he doesn’t care that Grandpa died, the 6 year old if very matter of fact about it.
Going through the last stages of Grandpa’s life with him I hoped would teach the boys about the transient nature of life. I was there when Grandpa took his last breathe and I sat with him till the funeral people came to take him away. I looked at his 75 year old aged body and I look at a photo of him when he was 1 years old. I held his hand all the time in those last hours, and I did not want to let him go. All the things you have to do fell by the wayside because this was my time with my Dad. I could feel his spirit in the room. I know his spirit was with me. I played him some music on the ukelelie.
I strummed a few notes, and hummed a few words, we watched “Star Wars” and “Dr Who” video’s in those last days. Grandpa wanted to know where he had to go next. Grandpa was asking where he had to go. In the last hours I told him that he could go if he wanted to and that would be ok or he could stay and that would be ok. And then he took his last breath. He was in pain when alive and now he is in the “Dr Who” Tardus, his spirit waiting to be reborn if you believe in rebirth. Two days later I heard that his former employer and good friend had just had a baby grandaughter called Natalia and I joked that it may be my Dad being reborn which bought a smile to my face.
I am so pleased with the new school. Visual charts, positive reinforcement, small class sizes, class is taught in a structured way where students can learn and their anxiety is abaited enough to let the learning happen. I am pleased and proud that we are part of an Autistic specialist school that works with children’s abilities as well as their fixations etc. Both my sons are doing very well. No. 1 kiddo seems to be quite good with his maths and science.
No. 1 Kiddo is doing science experiments in the shed science lab, and you tubing it.