Puddleglum
Sometimes it’s when the little things happen that the reality of autism smacks me in the teeth.
It’s half-term, hubby and older son are away for a couple of days and I’m at home with the little fella. This morning it absolutely pissed it down. Cleared up a bit in the afternoon, so I thought let’s go out and get some fresh air. We’ll don raincoats and wellies and splash a few puddles into oblivion. What red blooded 3-year old could fail to be pleased with that suggestion?
T was very happy to put his nice new wellies with the Simpsons motif on and stalked proudly round the house in them. Then we went out, walked for about a mile and d’ye know what? He just didn’t get it. Not one bit. I suggested jumping in puddles. I showed him how to jump in puddles. Carefully, quite deliberately he walked over or around every single one, holding onto my hand for dear life all the while.
Gareth Said,
October 27, 2005 @ 12:43 am
“Inappropriate play” - tick that box!
Of course, if you’d let him strip like a normal Autistic he’d have been jumping in those puddles with glee. It’s all your fault, you know.
Little Nutter likes to sit in puddles. His nappy soaks up all the water until they’re dry, and hey presto! Space hopper!