We began this morning at the Vets office with Emmett’s kitten, Blue.. Blue needed to be checked out before he goes in to get neutered on Tuesday morning.
Blue had to get a couple shots and the boys wanted to be there for moral support. 🙂
Everything checked out okay and he’s cleared to get fixed next week. This was a great start to the day. Of course, shortly after that, the day went downhill really fast. 🙁
With that said, I’ll count this as a victory. 🙂
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Because I’m telling everybody who understands, I’m going to announce two autism victories of my own from tonight:
VIctory #1: My boyfriend Michael sent me out to get chips and donuts, preferably cherry variety but if they didn’t have that he didn’t much care what he got. A friend of his also wanted donuts, cinnamon ones. I went to the grocery store, obtained the items in question and was trying to pay at one of those self check-out places (I HATE those) when the scanner refused to read either donut box’s barcode. I tried like six or seven times each with no luck. Now, a year or even six months ago I might have had a meltdown and started rocking back and forth and crying and repeating “the machine won’t work, the machine won’t work” and think of myself as a stupid person for not being able to make it work. But now, like a normal shopper, I went to the help desk and told them my problem. (It turned out the employee who helped me couldn’t get the boxes to scan either and had to type their code numbers in manually.)
Victory #2: I was driving in the parking lot of the grocery store when I was struck by a sudden thought: I had bought two boxes of cinnamon donuts, one for each person. And suddenly I remembered that Michael HATES cinnamon donuts, cinnamon anything, so to all intents and purposes I would arrive home donut-less. I quickly pondered on how to solve the problem. I could go back to the store and exchange the donuts for another variety, but this would take awhile and I really wanted to get home. Then I thought: I have to get gas anyway; how about I go into the gas station and buy a bunch of whatever donuts they have? And I did just that, and brought home a whole smorgasboard of donuts. It used to be (and often still is) that when encountered with a problem like that I would either have a meltdown or not be able to think of any solutions and just get stuck on the whole “I bought the wrong donuts” thing. I would have gone home in tears, sobbing to Michael that I’d got the wrong donuts, I was sorry, so sorry, and probably slammed myself against the walls for good measure. But this time, not only did I not melt down, BUT I thought creatively and came up with a sensible solution.
I feel, like, ten feet tall right now.
Great job. You should be proud. :-*
MeaghanGood That is SO wonderful to hear! It is great that you can look back and really see the progress you have made. Could you please share why you think you have made this progress? I am a Kdg. teacher that gets the spectrum kids in her class to give them a chance at a “normal” classroom. I am always on the lookout for new/different ways to help the kids. THANSK!
MeaghanGood is awesome 🙂
@kimkats MeaghanGood I’ve been in therapy off and on for almost ten years, mostly for depression, but my latest therapist actually specializes in autism and she’s been helping a lot. Also I have a boyfriend who keeps teaching me about human behavior and actually expecting me to act like a normal person. If I do something wrong, he’ll correct me (usually in private). If I come to him with some situation and ask him how to act, he’ll tell me.
I’m a high-functioning autistic with a really high IQ, but one that got no treatment at all till age 22. (I’m 27 now.) My parents’ idea was “do whatever you want, just don’t bother us.” The end result being that I grew up with no idea how to behave around other people and no idea how to function in normal society. I had repeated meltdowns at school and they kept sending notes home and calling my house to tell my mom and dad to get me evaluated or something; my parents ignored it. I quit school at 13 (I couldn’t deal with it anymore), hung around the house, stayed up for days at a stretch, reversed my sleeping so I slept all day and stayed up all night, left the house for 2:00 a.m. wanderings, only ate animal crackers, etc., and no one cared in the slightest; I’m not sure they even noticed. I was like a wild creature in some respects and deeply unhappy. I still haven’t forgiven my parents for all this. But that’s another story.