Remember that time a long time ago… like… yesterday, when I posted about what an awesome day he had on the first day of middle school & everything was gonna be just fine? You remember that? Yeah, the dad who wrote that is gone. Today he got kicked in the face by reality & then Autism stepped on his rose color glasses of optimism. I’m back in charge now. Regular ol’ cynical Tom that is not so much a glass half full guy but not really a glass half empty guy either, more of a I spilled my glass in my lap & now it looks like I peed on myself kinda guy! The Aspergers middle school transition is here!
When my son got home today he was so overwhelmed & over stimulated as he tried to tell us about his day no words would come out. I sat on the couch listening to him make groaning noises like he was physically trying to push the words out of his mouth three or four times then two words would come out then groaning then two words & so on. We haven’t been to that place in a long time but let me tell you it was a big punch in the gut. Probably a good one to be honest with you. I may have needed a wake up to the fact that YES we are back in school, YES you do need to get your ‘A’ game back out of the back of the closet & lace up your boots because it’s about to get real. Not to say he had a bad day but it was obviously a lot to take in & with it being only the second day of school I’m sure the teachers, staff, & special education teachers are trying to normalize themselves as well as learn their new kids. So I’m really just at a time where all we can do is decompress him as best as we can & send him back into the lions den as prepared as he can be.
Any time we are off school be it for summer, spring break, or even Christmas break the first week (sometimes month, I know you feel THAT pain) is the real test of a parents mental capacity. Summer is a special kind of hell though because at least with the other times you know the environment they are stepping into & have a dialog. Back to school time is just a waiting game. My head tells me “You have to give HIM time, you have to give THEM time, & you have to just be there for anything that’s needed” but my Dad-ness tells me “Lets take a mulligan this week, get some grilled cheese sandwiches, & watch adventure time together!”
I know it will get better & after my wife giving me the only medicine that will cure an over bearing dad’s racing thoughts (Chicken, Mac & Cheese, & 12 year old bourbon) I am feeling better. So yeah, thanks ‘Kids Growing Up’ you’ve successfully killed Doe-Eyed Dad & brought back fatty comfort food eating dad but that’s okay. Tomorrows another day!
PS just to be completely clear, because I know my wife will read this post I have to clarify: Fatty Comfort Food Eating Tom never REALLY went anywhere! That was a total turn of phrase & had no truth as to my eating habits which are…less than healthy… yeah that’s the terminology I’m going to use!