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The teenager.

The thing about raising autistic children, is you can’t expect things to happen quickly, from waiting for therapies to changes in your kids abilities.

But occasionally they will surprise us.

Our big autie boy has hit puberty, and while he doesn’t say much his happy singsong noises are starting to crackle a little. His laugh is that of a teenage boy, all squeaks and pitch changes. I find myself wondering what kind of teenager he could’ve been, and should I be counting myself lucky that at this age he still wants to be by my side?

Then last week I was in his room cleaning his window, while he was bouncing away happily on his bed (this is why he needs a new bed every couple of months). He began laughing quite a lot, which he usually does when he’s done something he shouldn’t and then he shouted “By self! By self!” I asked him if he wanted to be by himself, the response was cheeky laughter but I heeded his request because how often does he actually ask for something with words!?

So there is a teenage boy in the house after all, and he wanted mum out of his room :)

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We have a new Dark Overlord.

I thought there was nothing a child could throw at me that I couldn’t take, if there is a mum that can probably take on anyone with combat training it’d be me.  Oh yeah, I reckon I’m a hardcore mum.  Crap on the carpet and vomit on the wall, plus dinner to get on the table and all at the same time, oh yeah I got this – totally all over it.

But then there was Charlie.

Our youngest is beginning to exhibit behaviour that leaves us wondering, if not somewhat nervous (and hiding the matches).  We thought we’d seen it all, after all Henry did once blow up our kitchen.

Charlie is adorable.  Clearly this is all part of his cover.  The signs were there, I just didn’t pay attention… OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Take last summers holiday for instance, I had decided in my wisdom to take the six kids over the coast on my own (because I’m totally a combat mummy right?) the Hubster was going to come later when he was on days off.   We arrive at the holiday house and Austin (the town crier) let the neighbourhood know he wanted a drink, I was about to remind him how to ask politely when I heard Charlie tell him “Don’t worry Austin I’ll get you a drink”.  I wondered how Charlie would get it, since he is too little to reach a tap yet.  So I decided to check.  There he was cup in hand, his little willy in the other peeing in the cup and about to hand it too his brother to drink. HOW DID HE EVEN THINK OF THAT?! (I’m fairly sure we haven’t let him watch any Bear Grylls).

Part of me nearly didn’t stop him, and I hear you judging, but come on you can’t tell me isn’t there just a little part of you that is thinking it would be SO funny if he actually took a sip.  I fought off the temptation to laugh my arse off at my child’s expense, and stopped the drink being handed over.

I now regard anything given to me by the small one with suspicion and a good sniff.

Little brothers, evil incarnate.  They’ve sat and watched their elder siblings, and while they were still figuring stuff out and getting in trouble, little brothers are taking notice working out the loop holes.

And then there is Charlie… you never know when he’ll strike either.  I took him to the loo at the shops recently, and on this day I had chosen to wear a skirt, a mistake I won’t make again.

Sharing a public toilet cubicle with a small child is always a bit interesting at the best of times, Mummy are you doing poos?! (He sticks head under the gap to look at your neighbour) Are they doing poos? Or they open the door while your pants are halfway down, being the helpful little people that they are.

On this day Charlie had done his thing and then I needed to do mine, and while he observed the proceedings he noticed I was wearing a skirt.  Clearly in his mind this observation had to be made in the form of a public announcement “Mummy you ain’t got no pants on!”  I hear a stifled giggle in the cubicle next to me and I explain loud enough so I could be heard by my neighbour “No honey, mummy has a skirt on and here are my pants SEE?!”  Nope, not good enough for him “No, you ain’t got no pants on!”  As I try to convince him otherwise, people in the toilets are just laughing out loud now, and I realise that at some point I’m going to have to go out there and face women who think I’ve gone shopping sans panties.  Maybe I’m more of a commando mum than I thought?

So I wait until I think everyone is gone (“What are you doing mummy? Can we go now? What’s in that bin? Can I play with it?”) and sneak out, but oh no there had to be someone still at the sink.  She laughed and said how funny little boys are, but I could tell she was checking me out for visible panty lines.   I drag the boy out to his father who was waiting near the food court, and there was a brief lull in which Charlie decided was the best moment to tell his father “Mummy ain’t got no pants on!”  Fifty heads turned simultaneously and looked at me (agog, food halfway to their faces), all of them clearly wondering if I had indeed gone shopping without pants.  To which the Hubster responded, with a glimmer of surprise/hope in his eyes “Really?”  Yeah sure Hun we’re how old now?!

It seems I have a challenge before me.

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Funny how things work out.

My red curtain of rage over my car accident has been swept aside, well not totally but tweaked open at least.  Actually I don’t like to call it an accident, that implies it wasn’t on purpose, so we’ll call it an incident eh?  Anyways, things are finally starting to come together a little after the chaos of the last few months, and I had a bit of time to think about it and I recalled something.

Something a bit silly but it made me stop and think, and do a bit of a Bill & Ted Woah…

When I had my incident I was doing the school run, which I do a few times a day five days a week, and for some months the council was doing roadworks that I had to go through. I would go through these roadworks several times a day, there was no other route around them.  One morning only around a week after they’d started a stout looking bloke on site stood up and gave me a big cheerful wave, it was clear that halfway through his wave he worked out I wasn’t who he thought I was. Don’t you hate that, always a bit awkward.  Still I returned his wave, he just looked so cheerful.  This appeared to confuse him, was he wondering if maybe he did know me now? Who knows.

Two hours later I drove by again, and the stout man waves. I see the ‘ah crap‘ look cross his face, as he realises he has waved to some stranger again, but I still wave back.  Three hours later I drive by (yes I do some milage during school terms), this time I was looking for him and ready with a big double thumbs up for stout man.  He laughed and waved back.

And so it began, everyday I drove by and the stout man would wave. After a few days his coworkers started to wave with him, who knows what they were thinking. Who is this crazy waving woman?  It became something to smile about on the boring school run, sometimes they even called out a big ‘Hey there’ as I went by in my dirty black van (filthy from driving through the roadworks many times a day).  Even the kids started waving.  I made a mental note that one of these days I should stop and drop them all off a cold drink, and say a real hello, but as things do around here they get busy. By the time I was organised to do that, the job was done.  Waving stout man had moved a few streets over, and I only saw him once a day, the hello wave stopped. Oh well I thought.

Little did I know that on the day of my ‘incident’ a few weeks later, that these blokes would matter.  Because they happened to be in their truck behind me when the collision occurred. Stout waving man got straight out and checked we were ok, another worker got out his lollipop sign and stopped traffic until the cops got there.  They all waited like burly bodyguards with me, as the husband of the other driver arrived and started carrying on.  The stout man and his coworkers once again there to make things a little better, and I don’t think they even knew it.  I still didn’t get a chance to say to them, hey guys its me the nutter in black van!  Thanks guys.

See, a little bit of friendly does go a long way.  Ok in a somewhat silly way but hey now that I think about it… it’s well woah.

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Buttons

I was having one of those mornings, when pushing my buttons is pretty easy.  It’s as if my button is a gigantic bright red one with do not push written all over it, and so what is the first thing you want to do?  PUSH IT!  I decided to use today as a writing day, because I just don’t get to anymore.  Things didn’t quite go to plan, I didn’t get to write what I was supposed to write, but I do have a tale to tell.

By the end of this post I will probably end up curling up in a ball rocking back and forth, but I’ll give it a shot. I have to write something today! I decided to start the day off with a bit of fun for the kids, the idea was to get them tired so that they’d leave me alone.  I took them, on my own (yes all six of them), to the local spring festival.  Usually I’ve got this shit, or so I thought.

I should’ve seen the warning signs when the first tantrum started from the four year old (Mr ‘cry because it gets me things at school‘), because I dared to stop and look at a market stall, we’d only just arrived and already it was on.  We skip the stalls and go and spend the necessary half hour on the play equipment, while they play I spend the time perfecting my apology statements to the parents of other children that may have experienced the wrath of my minions.  Eventually I run out of ideas and we move on to the gates of hell; sideshow alley.  Barely getting past the show bag stand with my wallet intact, and only doing so by distracting the smaller children as we passed.   With faces all painted like cats, we are almost out the other side and on the home straight, when they see it.  The inflatable alter at which all children come to weep, worship and bounce.  The jumping castle.

This ought to round things off nicely I thought. Idiot.

Only little ones were allowed on the castle, however my big thirteen year old autie boy still thinks he is little, and was already taking off his shoes to go on.  The lovely bloke running the ride said to me that he could go on, saying he looks like a gentle giant and shouted him a free go.  Regrets….. I have a few….. Can you hear that song? I can.

On they go, Miss 12 and Mr ’cry because it gets me things at school‘ decided to sit this one out.    As soon as his bottom touched the ground the tears began to fall for the bazillionth time that day, he wanted a lollypop.  Bawling as if I’d branded him and wanting something that I didn’t have either, so I did my best to settle him down.  While I was doing this Autie boy decided to let everyone know just how much he was enjoying the jumping castle, by stripping naked.  Yes you read that right, in front of around 20 people he gets his kit off, and puberty is not being kind to him at the moment.  ALL KINDS OF AWKWARD.

I launch myself into the castle and grab him his clothes and his siblings and drag them out and behind it, throwing my apologies in every direction as I went.  Miss 12 goes into damage control mode, which she has sadly gotten very good at and rounds up all our remaining gear and waits.  Close enough if I need her, but not close enough for people to be sure she is with us.  I wouldn’t come near us either if I was her, geez we’re embarrassing.

Autie boy clothed and shod, I attempt to leave.  That’s when I find Mr 3 standing in the tulips pulling them out, and Mr 4 sitting on a picnic blanket of a strange family eating their food.

And that my friends is the moment I pushed my own big red button.

Tantrum time!

Tantrum time!

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Canberra Fun Run

They made it!  Thanks to everyone who sponsored Toms effort, he made it past his goal of $500 and raised $620 for Autism Awareness.  How good is that!?  He had a very enjoyable day, trotting his way along the five kilometre course in his own way at his own pace.  The crowd at the start spooked him a little, and he never let go of his Dads hand the whole time, both enjoying the time together a lot.

Thanks again to everyone for their enormous support, and to all those around Tom got who involved and helped him get prep’d for the day, we were really touched by how much everyone cares about our boy.

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