Thursday 22 August 2019

Post #162 - Suburban Late August Blues

My son, Master Logic, turns twelve on Sunday and as such, wants to be as normal as possible.  As we know the concept of being normal - is kind of lost on those of us on the spectrum.  I sent this angry Tweet/Facebook status today:


I'm sure that Master Logic's friend's mother has a really good explanation for not finding two precious minutes to reply to a message.  From our side though, Master Logic has been really upset about the whole thing, believing himself to have been ignored and pretty much friendless.  He's almost reached his teenage years and the fact that he's autistic is really starting to hit home because his neurotypical peers are out and about on their bikes, meeting one another for an ice cream and generally being kids.  It's hard for me to deal with as a parent on the spectrum myself - if it were left to me I'd rant and rave at others for their insensitivity, but I know that it would affect Master Logic's life, so I leave the 'soft skills' to my husband.











Saturday 17 August 2019

Post #161 - Mother Knows Best?

Well, does she? Mine doesn't. This is what happened yesterday:

My parents came over to drop The Earl off last night and my mother berated me for daring to throw away a stained and mouldy rubber bath mat.  The aforementioned item was festering away in their holiday bungalow when we visited last month and we replaced it with a brand new one. She also expressed anger at the decision to replace a manky old plastic soap dish with a ceramic one as it would "crack the basin" when it fell off of the side.  I wouldn't mind, but knowing their crankiness, I left the soap dish in the bathroom for future use and the mat on one of the workshop shelves.

My mother is a deeply lazy woman who refuses to maintain any kind of housekeeping. She has always been the same and I grew up in a complete shithole of a house as a result, a place so rank and disgusting visitors were never welcome.