Our Aspergers Teenage Boy

Dad reports:
Whoops. I wrecked the morning. I sent Tommy out to walk the dog and he went out barefooted (42 degrees F right now) so chose to stand on the porch. This leaves the dog our sidewalk and walking path as her choices to do her business. She has a favored spot and that is where the kids are supposed to take her.

I stepped out and reminded Tommy of this and he groused that he didn’t have any shoes on. I explained that was his choice and pointed out the pair of shoes on the deck. He complained they had “dog poop” on them and I suggested he clean them up that “they aren’t going to clean themselves.” I firmly told him to go walk the dog and he stood there without flinching. I went inside and he still stood there not even turning his head looking like a statue so I opened the door and pushed him off the porch. He proceeded to wake up the neighbors explaining to them how I hurt him and “didn’t have to do that!”

Dad reports this morning:
Last night we allowed Tommy to stay up watching television (mostly James Bond but some Fairly Odd Parents (btw, The Channel Chasers is a must own! Timmy jumps into Charlie Brown and several other shows. Well done!) Around 11 or midnight he fell asleep on the floor in front of the television and I could not get him to move to his room.

This morning he was stirring so I said, “Tommy come take your medicine.” Ignore. “Tommy come take your medicine.” Ignore. “Don’t make me come over there and hit you.” (Yes, I used the word hit because he considers my taps to wake him hitting and sometimes to stir him they almost are) Mumble. “Wha huh. Sure.”

No complaints of sore back this morning. Perhaps he needs to sleep on the wood floor instead of his bed every night.