Our Aspergers Teenage Boy

Dad reports:
Tommy went to school today for his last day of summer school. Came home grouchy (remember, change bad). Now he is borderline manic.

Dad reports this morning:
Turns out Tommy had stayed up until 2am on Sat night/Sun morning. Yesterday he was awful. He yelled and bit at everyone. Was incredibly unpleasant.

Last night Tommy confided in me that 2 days ago he broke the weld on his bed frame. i suspect he was just dropping his 200+ pounds (90.7 kg) onto the bed. He is completely unaware of the potential of his mass. Remember, consequences mean nothing to Tommy.

Today he is terse.

Dad reports this morning:
Tommy awoke this morning and immediately went to watching Simpson’s DVDs. I’ve got to find a way to make him enjoy activity. I must inspire him! That probably means finding a way to kill all flying bugs outside….

Dad reports this morning:
Tommy is still sleeping in the tent on the trampoline. That has to be more comfortable than the ground! I went down to give him his medicine and woke him with a gental pounce illiciting a surpised “whoooa!” He is happy this morning and enjoyed himself last night very much.

Now I must brag on Tommy. His brother, sister and mother got to sleep at the zoo last night so Tommy joined a friend of mine and I to see “I, Robot.” We was very good company needing little to no corrections. He was quite pleasant to be with and you could not tell him from any other teenager. After the movie I mentioned Isaac Asimov and he responded with “Who is he?” I almost died.

Tommy got home and almost immediately ran down to the tent to sleep through the night outside. Good evening for it too!

Dad reports:
Tommy’s reaction to stepping in dog poop barefoot…shake shake shake. We had dog mess all over the house. Tommy would give no assistance to cleaning up “you know I can’t do that!!”

Yuck!

Dad reports this morning:
Tommy jumped from bed when he learned that his brother and sister would be washing the car.

It ended with yelling from me (bad dad) when Tommy started using the metal nossle on the hose as a weapon to try to get his sister to let go of the hose. I handled it poorly.

Dad reports:
Tommy is acting his mentality not his age. As he runs down the hall it sounds like the house will fall down and under labored breath he yells “mine mine not yours” and laughs a broken, crazed laugh.

He is having a good time and is happy but it is so close to the edge that it gives one worries.

Mom reports: Most children get to attend and have birthday parties. They go to visit friends and have friends over. Their childhood is full of little and big moments of pure joy. Tommy has every last little thing that could give happiness dangled in front of him like a carrot. He has to earn what the rest of the world is given. Today I was supposed to take Molly (our new puppy) to visit Tommy’s summer school class. Ignore the fact that Tommy is in summer school while his siblings have camp and fun with friends. Tommy was too excited to work today so the teacher called to cancel the puppy visit as I was loading the car. My heart breaks for Tommy. He has so few treats and this was a small thing that made him very happy. Tommy deserves a trip to Disneyworld for all the injustice and cruelty that is dumped on him. I feel terrible right now.

Dad reports this morning:
Tommy is lying bed trying to decide if he will get up.

If I go in to prod him along there will be agruing (at least that was the way it was prior to the effexor). If I ignore him he is likely to come out on his own. Time is against us as I can only ignore him so long before he risks missing the bus.

Mom reports:
Tommy’s OCD Rule #1
“I must have stuff in my pockets.”
 
Tommy’s OCD Rule #5
“Once I start reading something I can’t stop until it’s completely finished.”
 
Tommy’s OCD Rule #8
“If it’s worth reading once, its worth reading a thousand times.”
 
Tommy’s Attitude Rule #32
“Any book my parents recommend can’t possibly be good.”