Our Aspergers Teenage Boy

How I Feel

Dear Dad,

I really love you, but sometimes you scare me. Other times, I’m worried that you might hurt me. And yet other times, I’m afraid you don’t love me, or even like me! But most of the time, I feel like you try to not have time for me. I really want to do stuff with you, like DND, or Axis and Allies, or fly a kite, or work on a model, or build a computer or playground, or even just to sit and talk about stuff. But I do not know how to make you happy, it’s like you are always raising the standards you set for me, or as if you refuse to be happy with what I do or my personality, or even just who I am. I love you, but I don’t know how to make you happy!

Love,
Tommy

Dad reports This Morning:
Tommy awoke at 7:20. We had asked him to sleep in. On a school day I would be dragging him out of bed. He now sits in the glider rocking back and forth and letting the ottoman hit his shins. Occasionally he mummers “my ankles.” The glider has an awful squeek and I feel like it could fall apart any day. Perhaps it simply needs some bolts tightened and some lubrication. Tommy likes to use the squeek for attention. Since I have failed to respond he is now pushing the ottomon around on the wood floors which he knows angers his mother and I.