Autism Storms the House

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It was a difficult day for all of us. The weather was beautiful and the GIRL had big plans for all of us to spend most of the day outside enjoying it, BUT autism got in the way today and we spent most of the day being quiet and trying to ride out the autism storm that was brewing inside the BOY.

The BOY has been doing GREAT. We have had very few eruptions in the last several weeks. Just the other day at the doctor’s office the GIRL said we were all doing awesome. Perhaps she spoke to soon, perhaps the change in the weather is just too much for the BOY.

As any other Saturday the BOY was up bright-eyed and busy tailed well before 6am. The GIRL and I decided to hang around in bed for a while enjoying the cool crisp morning air. We finally got out of bed around 7:15am. This seemed to start the hurricane within the BOY. The GIRL is assuming he wanted us up earlier so he could come in the GIRL’s room to collect her clothing from the day before and night so he could start his Saturday laundry.

Agitation begins.

The GIRL and I go out for our morning walk. I was loving life today. It was cool and I was frisky. YAHOO. We are gonna go out all day. The GIRL was feeling good too in the crisp weather. We took a 2 mile walk and returned home.

The BOY was dress like it was ten below outside and he informed the GIRL it was cold outside and the GIRL said, “well it’s not really cold it’s CHILLY.”

Lava building up quickly to spill over!!!! OH NO…NOT CHILLY.

The BOY then starts to perseverate that it is not CHILLY it is COLD. 10, 20, 50, 100 times he repeats this and starts his over correction with the GIRL and ordering her to say things the way he wants them said. YES, you read it right he says, “I order you to say…….”. The GIRL always replies with the only ORDERING done around here is in a restaurant and we aren’t in a restaurant.

Me, I’m hanging out by the front door. The GIRL has it open with a gate in front for the cool, crisp, clean air to come in the house and oh the neighbors are doing a garage sale. There were a lot of new cars pulling up and lots of strange people walking very close to my door and I thought I should probably bark at those humans, after all they could be coming to harm the GIRL and the BOY.

ERUPTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The BOY begins smacking himself in the head, calling me a stupid idiot, the GIRL, his when really angry, GOAT FACE and smashing his hand on the table, sofa and throwing the stuff on the coffee table.

Now usually I go in on these storms and I can stop him but today, well I just knew it was too bad a storm and if I went in I probably would not have come out. So the GIRL and I backed off. The GIRL instructed him to go to the other room to relax.

It GOT WORSE.

He continued to hit himself in the head, break the bed, rip the stuff off the wall and scream at the top of his lungs. I was like GIRL we have to go in and she said, “NO, he needs to calm, we can get hurt.”

Calming in our house typically is to shut down things that stimulate senses. So off goes the TV and I don’t bark and the GIRL doesn’t talk. We become QUIET.

QUIET BRING CALM.

About an hour later the BOY was somewhat calm. Three hours later we decided to try to run some errands. It wasn’t the worse day we had out, but it wasn’t pleasant either. The GIRL knew the BOY was on the edge of eruption the mere 2 hours we were out so not wanting another storm of such magnitude we came home.

It appears that the weather always has an effect on the BOY. Maybe it’s the sensory thing of going from shorts to pants. We live in Florida, so most of our year we are in shorts. Maybe he doesn’t like the feel of that and it just makes everything else harder to deal with on a daily basis. Maybe it was because yesterday was Halloween and he hates Halloween. He wishes that someone, somewhere, somehow would steal this holiday and never brings it back. Sometimes these eruptions are from things in the past that he just runs over and over in his mind until he breaks. We never know. 

Each day is a new day. Life isn’t always as we plan it but we always try to make the best of each of our days. Thank goodness for tomorrows.

 

4 thoughts on “Autism Storms the House

  1. Wow. Poor Doodle, GIRL, and BOY. That picture perfectly illustrates your terrible storm! Sometimes there is no way to figure out what went wrong but your “guesses” seem right on. Do you photograph (with your chubby paws) the major incidents for a book on stormy weather? And how the sun comes out again?

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