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, 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 jogging, all over Adelaide. Beach to the the city and other areas. Raise awareness of Autism in the community and for our school. Doing what needs to be done. NO one seems to be interested. Registering for the 2017 City to Bay Fun Run. I’m tired now. How to ease his anxiety? Will I get the boys running as well? Any suggestions.
Kiddo’s have different views on Grandpa dying. The 9 year old says “It would totally freak me out” to see him dead. The 6 year old if very matter of fact about it, doesn’t care much.
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 breath. I sat with him till the funeral people came to take him away. I looked at his 77 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. 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. That would be ok. 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.