Our Aspergers Teenage Boy

In a stroke of genius, Dad gave Tommy the broken VCR to disassemble. Tommy is thrilled!

Tommy is on a money hunt. Wants to do minimal work for maximum pay; what a capitalist! Seems mostly together with the exceptional of some “boredom wierdness.”

I washed dishes while Tomy made himself some lunch.
“You should put a piece of cheese on that sandwich.”
“Cool. Can I have the last pickle?”
“Sure. Be sure you pour the liquid down the drain before putting the jar in the trash.”
Silence, then gulping noise. Tommy is drinking the liquid from the pickle jar!

Tommy’s new hobby is spitting at me whenever I ask him to do something.

Tommy getting bored. Becoming snappy with Mom.

Tommy in great spirits. Even volunteered to help with the garbage!

I went upstairs to find that Tommy’s definition of babysitting was to put the baby in front of the television then lock himself in the bathroom so he could read his Dungeons and Dragons Player’s Handbook.

Dad reports this morning:
Cathy had some things to do downstairs and I wanted to sleep in so Tommy was relegated babysitting duty. So far, it’s very quiet upstairs.

Dad reports last night:
Star Trek ended and Tommy put himself straight to bed. Overall, a great evening.