Meh.
Difficult morning today. Started off fine - kids woke up without much difficulty, breakfast was eaten, clothing was donned, everyone loaded into the car, drop off Nathan without incident. Then I get to Cantalician, where the rest of the kids go.
Pick up Haley, put Eli's backpack on, go to get Sebastian. He WILL NOT leave the car. Eventually a couple of the teachers come over and take the other two in while I pull Sebastian out through the hatch and carry him into the school, kicking and crying and screaming, "NO! I HAVE TO SIT DOWN!" The only possible trigger I can think of is telling him to sit back when he was fidgeting on the ride over.
This is why I don't talk parenting very often. Most people have no frame of reference for dealing with a child in severe emotional distress over seemingly trivial things. Other parents don't have to worry about strangers thinking their child is an undisciplined brat throwing a tantrum. Other parents don't have to wonder whether their child will ever be able to live independently, or if their other children will grow to resent the special attention their brother needs.
I know there are communities and support groups. I just read an article about a social networking site for parents of children on the spectrum yesterday. But you know what? That's not much better. I don't have the energy to politely accept recipes for zucchini quinoa muffins the kids will refuse to eat or bite my tongue when someone asks me if I've read Jenny McCarthy's book.
So, meh.
Pick up Haley, put Eli's backpack on, go to get Sebastian. He WILL NOT leave the car. Eventually a couple of the teachers come over and take the other two in while I pull Sebastian out through the hatch and carry him into the school, kicking and crying and screaming, "NO! I HAVE TO SIT DOWN!" The only possible trigger I can think of is telling him to sit back when he was fidgeting on the ride over.
This is why I don't talk parenting very often. Most people have no frame of reference for dealing with a child in severe emotional distress over seemingly trivial things. Other parents don't have to worry about strangers thinking their child is an undisciplined brat throwing a tantrum. Other parents don't have to wonder whether their child will ever be able to live independently, or if their other children will grow to resent the special attention their brother needs.
I know there are communities and support groups. I just read an article about a social networking site for parents of children on the spectrum yesterday. But you know what? That's not much better. I don't have the energy to politely accept recipes for zucchini quinoa muffins the kids will refuse to eat or bite my tongue when someone asks me if I've read Jenny McCarthy's book.
So, meh.