I took the day off from work today. We had an appointment to go get the results from some evaluations our son had and we both wanted to be there. Usually, unless both parents have to be there, my wife takes our son to his appointments while I'm at work. Ideally, I would be able to get all his appointments after 5:30 pm, within walking distance from my work, and there would be an extra 2-3 hours added in the day so that we had enough time to go home, finish school work, spend some quality time together and get to bed, just so that I could attend all his appointments. It's hard to hear everything second hand, hoping I understood everything correctly and making the guilt be quiet. But it's just occupational therapy, he isn't missing me.
Anyway, today we went to get results and I went to his Thursday OT appointment for the first time. I got to meet his therapist and see what she does with him, which is different from the Tuesday OT (which I do get to go to since it is at 5:30pm and within walking distance from my work). I was happy to get to do that!
However, the day was more difficult than most. Our son has Asperger's, which we have known for a while, amongst other issues (which is why he gets different therapies). His various issues compound each other and, with the lack of social understanding from the Autism, create some challenging behavioural issues. Some days are better than others. Today was one of the worst days we've had in a while. What's worse is that we haven't been able to figure out what causes this, what the triggers are, so we can't really anticipate or prevent it. Something as simple as "stop jumping around" become draining events. If I didn't know any better I'd think someone gave him an energy drink.
We made it through the morning and, after figuring out how to put on his shoes, were able to leave on time to get his evaluation results. Nothing new was noted, high functioning autism (previously known as Asperger's) and now we try to get him more help at school. We made it back home and had lunch. My wife made a quick run to the grocery store down the block for some stuff we can only get there while I did some school work with our son. After she came back, we rested for a little while before heading to the OT. After OT we went to our regular grocery store, which is a bit further but has much better prices and variety, and then went back home in time for dinner. Some more school work after dinner and then more just "being" before bedtime.
The heat makes us very lame right now, we just want to sit near the AC and not do much of anything. I did sort of rush through the description of the day but I just wanted to give the overall picture of it. I'll describe us being not so lame in future posts. But I can't promise excitement, we're not reality show material.
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Thursday, August 6, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Oregano
My wife is attempting for the first time my mother's chicken salad. It is not your typical chicken and mayo and whatnot salad. It actually has no mayo type substance added. It is chicken and lettuce and tomato and onion and oregano and some seasoning liquid from the motherland. I trust my wife's ability to cook so I'm not worried about the recipe being ruined.
I sit here, working on this blog's layout and whatnot, as my son pesters me. He is distraught, he noticed a lego person was missing when he spotted him in my lego house. Yes, I have my own legos because he has an inability to share (we're working on that) and it relaxes me to build. He has been trying to gain him back all day without listening to what we keep telling him: the more he bugs about it the longer he will be without it. It sounds like we're being unreasonable but it's for his own good. He obsesses over things and we're suppose to teach him to let go when they really don't matter. It's one of many things we have to teach him because he won't learn it on his own. He just isn't quite right.
As I sit here, listening to Frankie Valle while attempting to make this look right as I "ignore" my son (I don't really ignore, I see all his attempts) I can spot out of the corner of my eye my wife working in the kitchen. I'm not focused on her or anything else going on. Then it hits me.
Oregano.
She is dicing up the oregano for the chicken salad. And suddenly I want to cry. My mother is the only one who has ever made it the way I like. The way my grandmother liked it. And I miss my grandma. She's been gone as long as I've had my son but the wound still hurts as if she died yesterday.
She grew oregano in her yard. She didn't like the price at the store for fresh oregano and said food just didn't taste the same without fresh oregano. It is still planted next to the stairs to go inside (my mother lives there now) and I remember how the smell hit me every time I bumped it as I went up those stairs to visit her.
"Oh What A Night" just started playing and so many emotions go through me. Sadness: A story inspired by this song has been sitting in my WIP folder for years. The story is clear in my head but never transfers well when I try to write it. Joy: I've sang this to my wife often. It's a very fun song. Bitterness: I saw the musical Jersey Boys about 8 years ago on a date. My date ended up breaking my heart severely and though had we not broken up I wouldn't have been with my wife, it still hurts. Sometimes these things take more time than we'd like, I guess.
My senses are still overwhelmed with oregano. My son has given up on the lego minifig for the moment. He is dancing and I smile. He loves music, just like me.
Everything will be ok.
I sit here, working on this blog's layout and whatnot, as my son pesters me. He is distraught, he noticed a lego person was missing when he spotted him in my lego house. Yes, I have my own legos because he has an inability to share (we're working on that) and it relaxes me to build. He has been trying to gain him back all day without listening to what we keep telling him: the more he bugs about it the longer he will be without it. It sounds like we're being unreasonable but it's for his own good. He obsesses over things and we're suppose to teach him to let go when they really don't matter. It's one of many things we have to teach him because he won't learn it on his own. He just isn't quite right.
As I sit here, listening to Frankie Valle while attempting to make this look right as I "ignore" my son (I don't really ignore, I see all his attempts) I can spot out of the corner of my eye my wife working in the kitchen. I'm not focused on her or anything else going on. Then it hits me.
Oregano.
She is dicing up the oregano for the chicken salad. And suddenly I want to cry. My mother is the only one who has ever made it the way I like. The way my grandmother liked it. And I miss my grandma. She's been gone as long as I've had my son but the wound still hurts as if she died yesterday.
She grew oregano in her yard. She didn't like the price at the store for fresh oregano and said food just didn't taste the same without fresh oregano. It is still planted next to the stairs to go inside (my mother lives there now) and I remember how the smell hit me every time I bumped it as I went up those stairs to visit her.
"Oh What A Night" just started playing and so many emotions go through me. Sadness: A story inspired by this song has been sitting in my WIP folder for years. The story is clear in my head but never transfers well when I try to write it. Joy: I've sang this to my wife often. It's a very fun song. Bitterness: I saw the musical Jersey Boys about 8 years ago on a date. My date ended up breaking my heart severely and though had we not broken up I wouldn't have been with my wife, it still hurts. Sometimes these things take more time than we'd like, I guess.
My senses are still overwhelmed with oregano. My son has given up on the lego minifig for the moment. He is dancing and I smile. He loves music, just like me.
Everything will be ok.
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