This blog was initially set up as a means of communicating with my son's team. Since then, I've heard from other parents with similar stories. If you are living with challenges or journeying alongside someone who is, you are not alone. There are many of us. I'm a single adoptive Mom ( of a young man who lives with many abilities and many diagnoses. We have journeyed together through many challenges and a few adventures over the years as my son has tried to find space in this world that makes him feel more comfortable, an attempt made especially difficult when living with Attachment Disorder, PDD-NOS (Autism), Developmental Coordination Disorder, ADHD, prenatal substance exposure, etc. Some of the strongest elements used in this journey have been music, visual arts, therapeutic parenting, team-connection, boundary-setting, boundary-setting, boundary-setting, communication skills, community-building, continual lifeskills training, and elements of Theraplay. (Click here for some written resources.) On this journey, there is laughter and tears and growth and hope. The greatest of these is hope.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Monday, June 28, 2010

My son slept in til about 11 then started his morning with three attempts to come downstairs naked. There hasn't been a naked day in a very long time.

After the third attempt at coming down naked and being reminded that naked isn't appropriate for the time and place and that he needed to get dressed, my son announced that he hadn't finished his laundry and therefore had nothing to wear. I reminded him he wasn't welcome at the table for lunch unless he's dressed appropriately and then said that he has an extra laundry slot this week only because it is the first week of summer holidays and he needs to be sure he's starting his summer on the right foot with all his clothes ready, his room clean, etc. He quickly ran down to the laundry room, threw his laundry into the washer, ran back up to his room and stayed there til the washer cycle was done. Eventually he was in the hallway wearing his (ripped but clean) black pants and a t-shirt, and holding onto a few hangers with t-shirts on them. When I asked where the t-shirts came from, he said that he hadn't done his laundry the other day and that he was sorry for lying. I asked if the morning had worked well for him and he said it hadn't. I told him it hadn't worked well for me either to have him running around naked and doing laundry that he'd lied about the other day, and said that he could pay back the uncalm of the morning by spending the same amount of time being quiet in his room, which he did without issue. When I eventually called him, he came downstairs and washed dishes, deedling Irish tunes and lalala-ing Christmas carols.

In the afternoon, my son hung out with his support worker who spends 3 hours with him usually every week. When they returned, we all hung out and visited on the deck for awhile. My son ate his supper on the deck, then he did some weeding while I planted flowers and worked with the other plants on our deck. We chatted about different topics, figured out how we'd do an upside-down tomato plant, and talked more about what we'd like to do this summer.

When we came inside, we had some baked beans for a snack, then my son had some quiet relaxing time in his room before he went to sleep.

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