There comes a point in everyones life where you to take pause and ask yourself a very important question. *How the fuck did we get here?*
I had one such moment this morning.
As I was eating breakfast, Gavin comes into the room and begins talking about his poop. He has absolutely no sense of *this is horribly inappropriate to talk about while someone is eating. *
We need him to tell us if there's a problem, so we told him to tell us everything and we'll decide if it's important or not. Gavin took that literally and we went from struggling to get any information from him to struggling to help him understand that *there's a time amd a place.*
I'm half listening to him and half trying to block him out because all I want to do is eat breakfast. Next thing I know, he's shoving his tablet in my face because he took a picture of his poop and wanted me to see what it looked like. After I throw up a little in the back of my throat, I said to myself, *so this is what it's come to.. *
I get what he's trying to do but he needs to learn that no one wants to discuss his poop, let alone see pictures of it while they're trying to eat.
He has no middle ground. He's either on or off, start or stop. He's never going to function in an ideal way and that's okay. The frustrating part is that he's either going to tells us nothing or tells us absolutely everything. He's either never going to share or he's going to overshare.
There's nowhere in between with him.
