Colorful Language

So After just posting how i wasn't going to be all Negative Nelly.....I have Stories lol.

So this year the boy is in a 12:1:2 (sort of) that has 12 kids in the morning, 6 typical, 6 ASD with a Spec. Ed teacher, regular pre-k teacher and 3 aids.  Then in the afternoon is the 6 ASD boys alone with one Spec. Ed and 3 T.A's

After that background, last year he was in self contained with kids with multiple different delays, all sweet, all pretty amazing.  This year he is with at least 2 kids that have some tough behavioral issues....one of which is Cursing.

Yes, my son speaking is a blessing, he has come so far but the day he says "Shut the F- Up".....well thats the day I wish he would stop talking.  I ignore the behavior, but now im finding myself warning people he may say it to take the blame off myself.  All I coudl think was, what if he goes to Sunday school and says that???  Will they think he hears that at home...AHHHHHH.

Recently he has also told me he is going to throw me in the garbage and in the photo above he was telling me he was going to squish me.  I just keep tellign myself that 2 years ago, he grunted and jumped in place....I should be happy he wants to express to me that he is pissed and wants to throw me in the garbage and that I should Shut the F- up.

God Help me..... lol.....

When You Know Something Is Wrong

So this is the second time I have come across the issue of knowing something is up with another persons child.....and they do not.  I suppose I am lucky because neither person was a good friend by any means, but it still seems to make me feel odd.

The first time was at a baby play group, one mom kept saying her child was constantly hurting himself and other kids.  She went on and poured out all these emotions and concerns as her 18 month old son ran around haphazardly grunting.  She said "who do you call for early intervention".....and i handed over the number that was nicely stored in my phone.  I tried to comfort this woman, who was basically a stranger, and tell her it would be ok and he didn't seem so bad, it was probably nothing just a phase.  It was then I was mentally brought back to that same time in my life, the time when I looked at other moms and hoped they told me my son was fine.  They did.....they were lieing....and so did I.

This last time was at the doctors office on Wednesday while the kids were playing.  This little boy flapping around and spinning, spinning took a fancy to Frankie's Thomas trains that he left on the little play table.  Frankie caught wind and went over and took them back.  Little boy freaked out, FREAKED, not a normal freaked out either.  Mom came over and apologized and there I was seeing myself in another person.  She did this thing I use to do before I knew what was going on....I would talk out loud to myself pretending I was talking to the boy, maybe as a cry for help.  She said " are you hungry, not that you eat anything, not that you can tell me what you would want to eat.  Its not like you talk ever.  imagine a two year old who just doesn't want to talk"  Bells were going off in my head but of course this woman was a complete stranger.....

The question is what is that fine line.....when do you make a comment.  No one wants to hear Autism, I think you can throw a mom into tears or a fit of rage if you threw the idea of Autism their way.   I just wish there were rules....

Thoughless Thursday #1

How Negative, I know, but I suppose I can make light or dare I say Joke about the BS I hear from strangers and sometimes even people I know.  So here it is, The First Thoughtless Thursday Comment

"Did you Ever think of trying Time-Out"

Really?  No I NEVER thought of that one.  I must have been living under a rock the last few years. Super Nanny?  Who's that?  What a novel idea, put the kid in a chair and isolate him and all my prayers will be answered.   

Yes, I tried it.  No matter how many times we sat in time out, the behavior occurred again.  He never got it, it never clicked that Time out was bad.  If he hates time out, he could just slam his head against the step he was sitting on......repeatedly.  Now he LIKES time out.  He sits there and smiles.  

Thank you for the Pearls of Wisdom stranger!