Our Aspergers Teenage Boy

Dad reports yesterday:
Yesterday was awful. (Everytime I use that word I remember the I Love Lucy episode where she was receiving speaking lessons and the instructor says, “There are two words I never want you to use and one is swell and the other is awful.” and Lucy replies, “Ok. Thanks for the swell advice. It sure would be awful to use the wrong words.” — can’t remember the quote but I think it was in “The Awful Truth” (1937). Hmm a comment here suggests it was ’swell’ and ‘lousy’.) Tommy started the day by putting the cologne on heavy then once at school complained that he did not get enough sleep the night before and promptly put his head on the desk and refused to do anything. I had to go to the school and get him.

At the school he took extra efforts to make his point by exaggerating his depth of sleep and ignoring my prompts to sit up. I physically lifted his head and let go and he “stayed asleep” while very controllingly lowered his head to his desk. Once finally up and out of his desk he made loud snorting noises through his nose and wiped his nose from his elbow to his wrist leaving a slime trail that looked like a slug had crawled down his arm. Then he moved to his other arm and did the same thing. This was while the teacher and I talked. It was purely a move to distract and disgust and it failed. He started to try again and I whipped my handkerchief out and shoved it to his nose before he reached his arm. He didn’t seem to know how to react to that.

We gathered his belongings and his assignments and returned home where he had an unpleasant day of doing his work. Several times he said, “I wish I was at school. It’s more fun at school.” I had made it clear that any yelling, sassing, or arguing would result in a lengthy say in the rain so he maintained himself well throughout the day.

There was no playtime. A child in our house that comes home from school early does not get playtime they were too ill to be at school.

Dad reports yesterday:
Yesterday was awful. (Everytime I use that word I remember the I Love Lucy episode where she was receiving speaking lessons and the instructor says, “There are two words I never want you to use and one is swell and the other is awful.” and Lucy replies, “Ok. Thanks for the swell advice. It sure would be awful to use the wrong words.” — can’t remember the quote but I think it was in “The Awful Truth” (1937). Hmm a comment here suggests it was ’swell’ and ‘lousy’.) Tommy started the day by putting the cologne on heavy then once at school complained that he did not get enough sleep the night before and promptly put his head on the desk and refused to do anything. I had to go to the school and get him.

At the school he took extra efforts to make his point by exaggerating his depth of sleep and ignoring my prompts to sit up. I physically lifted his head and let go and he “stayed asleep” while very controllingly lowered his head to his desk. Once finally up and out of his desk he made loud snorting noises through his nose and wiped his nose from his elbow to his wrist leaving a slime trail that looked like a slug had crawled down his arm. Then he moved to his other arm and did the same thing. This was while the teacher and I talked. It was purely a move to distract and disgust and it failed. He started to try again and I whipped my handkerchief out and shoved it to his nose before he reached his arm. He didn’t seem to know how to react to that.

We gathered his belongings and his assignments and returned home where he had an unpleasant day of doing his work. Several times he said, “I wish I was at school. It’s more fun at school.” I had made it clear that any yelling, sassing, or arguing would result in a lengthy say in the rain so he maintained himself well throughout the day.

There was no playtime. A child in our house that comes home from school early does not get playtime they were too ill to be at school.