A Day in the Life, with an Autistic Child.
"I dont wear shoes much, so when I walk around I can feel all the
goo under my feet. I usually walk carefully in here. In the kitchen, there is a mixture of two litres of milk, a litre and a half of fruit juice an emptied box of garlic powder, a litre of vegetable oil, a packet of spaghetti (broken into hundreds of tiny pieces) the washing powder, kilo of salt and various herbs, spices and of course the butter, mustard and peanut
butter smeared all over the cupboards and counters but mainly on the floor...all over the kitchen in one great lake of a mixture.
(I have left out some ingredients for the faint of heart).
I am guilty of not locking the kitchen last night. My boy woke up before me. I take a look in the sitting room. Spaghetti (as before...two
packs,broken into thousands), yogurt-covered seat and floor, plenty of emptied drinks,(coke, juice, wine) every square inch of the carpet is sodden,also from the pee he's been doing (one of which I slipped on in the hall(vinyl floor) and banged my head) and chocolate handprints all over the walls
and doors.
Meanwhile, he has pulled the curtains down, taken his clothes off and is standing naked at the window, we live on a busy main road...I see he has wiped his bottom over almost everything, too. There are small flies around and we both have severe coughs, I believe from the mould under the carpet.
We both recently had chicken pox and pneumonia.
I threatened our social worker with the environmental health
officer over the 'phone, they are sending a carpet cleaning service next week.
It was (approximately) my 12-13th request for this, I dont have the cash to get an industrial carpet cleaning service. It costs £40. My hoover broke.
It's an old one. Had to take it apart just now, cut off all kinds of gunk,
wash bits of it, empty the thing, by now I resemble a chimney sweep, only I amfilthier.
Meantime my son is occupying himself in the bathroom (I had just relieved him of the felt-tipped pens he was using to scribble all over his body) I went to look. The bathroom is flooded, as usual, he has pulled off the head of the shower, the hose part too, and so a fountain is left, it's destination; the floor, where there are clothes and toys and garbage all strewn and mixed in together. All the shampoo, baby oil and soap are
down the well with toilet rolls and toys and a ceramic mug. I see he wants to pee.
I say 'go to the loo' he wont, I dont blame him, we have no
toilet seat since he broke it. I get some newspapers (unread) and kitchen towels,towels, old shirts etc., and try to show him how to clean it up. A
spider runs out, but I am not scared of them anymore. He cries because I shouted. If there's a sadder sight than this little boy crying, I dont want to know. He is so beautiful and he doesn't mean it, he cant speak, he flaps his arms all the time, and giggles infectiously. He also loves to hug me very tightly. But I yelled, and I made him cry, so I feel like s**t.
I cant be bothered to go into the detail of a WHOLE hour after
all."
Liz.
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(I have left out some ingredients for the faint of heart).
I am guilty of not locking the kitchen last night. My boy woke up before me. I take a look in the sitting room. Spaghetti (as before...two packs,broken into thousands), yogurt-covered seat and floor, plenty of emptied drinks,(coke, juice, wine) every square inch of the carpet is sodden,also from the pee he's been doing (one of which I slipped on in the hall(vinyl floor) and banged my head) and chocolate handprints all over the walls and doors.
Meanwhile, he has pulled the curtains down, taken his clothes off and is standing naked at the window, we live on a busy main road...I see he has wiped his bottom over almost everything, too. There are small flies around and we both have severe coughs, I believe from the mould under the carpet. We both recently had chicken pox and pneumonia.
I threatened our social worker with the environmental health officer over the 'phone, they are sending a carpet cleaning service next week. It was (approximately) my 12-13th request for this, I dont have the cash to get an industrial carpet cleaning service. It costs £40. My hoover broke. It's an old one. Had to take it apart just now, cut off all kinds of gunk, wash bits of it, empty the thing, by now I resemble a chimney sweep, only I amfilthier.
Meantime my son is occupying himself in the bathroom (I had just relieved him of the felt-tipped pens he was using to scribble all over his body) I went to look. The bathroom is flooded, as usual, he has pulled off the head of the shower, the hose part too, and so a fountain is left, it's destination; the floor, where there are clothes and toys and garbage all strewn and mixed in together. All the shampoo, baby oil and soap are down the well with toilet rolls and toys and a ceramic mug. I see he wants to pee. I say 'go to the loo' he wont, I dont blame him, we have no toilet seat since he broke it. I get some newspapers (unread) and kitchen towels,towels, old shirts etc., and try to show him how to clean it up. A spider runs out, but I am not scared of them anymore. He cries because I shouted. If there's a sadder sight than this little boy crying, I dont want to know. He is so beautiful and he doesn't mean it, he cant speak, he flaps his arms all the time, and giggles infectiously. He also loves to hug me very tightly. But I yelled, and I made him cry, so I feel like s**t. I cant be bothered to go into the detail of a WHOLE hour after all."
Liz.
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Inspiring Erma BombeckWelcome to Holland
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