I must admit even routine trips out seem like big adventures these days. Occasionally it’s good to return to the outside world. Makes me feel kinda grown up.
We had an afternoon trip to Whitby for a medical appointment. It was cold, wet, windy and misty. But as ever stunningly beautiful. It’s one of those places that when the sun shines it is just the most picturesque place. But in a wild storm it is truly a perfect place for Dracula to land and wreck havoc.
Son always calls Whitby Abbey, Dracula’s Castle.
If the weather had been kinder we would have ventured onto the beach and search beneath the cliffs. It’s a fantastic place to find fossils. It’s just wonderful to see him searching. Methodically digging and searching through stones. Then suddenly a bit of arm flapping and he is deep into a dream world of dinosaurs.
Once we leave Jurassic times a walk round the small port and Son is lost again in dream world. This time dreams drift 250 years ago to Captain James Cook. Whitby was his home port and his famous ship The Endeavour was built here.
At the medical appointment the consultant handed our son a sheet of paper which had his future appointment dates listed. Instantly son announced
“I won’t sign anything before the terms are checked out by my lawyer”
Kids learn so quickly these days.
I often hear fitness experts say that you know when exercise is really working because it starts to hurt. No pain no gain. Well I think I successfully disproved that theory this morning. Pain means PAIN.
Somedays it’s good to be brought back down to earth. An Aspergers child with beautiful honesty is a perfectly designed tool for this job.
At school the kids had to tell the class one thing their parent(s) were brilliant at. Apparently talents such as football, rugby, accountancy, building, driving, cooking, singing, languages, science, nursing, making money, horse riding, swimming, judo, gardening, running, pottery and writing we’re all mentioned. But not in one case…
A certain boy said “well it depends on your exact definition of brilliant, in my Dads case I may need to think about this for a while….”
The boy knows me too well.
Maybe his hesitation on awarding brilliance was influenced by a little accident this morning. I have a little bit of a sore eye. During my early morning workout I somehow managed to hit myself in the face with a 14lb Kettlebell… So going back to the pain theory – experts would say that my pain was a sign of a most rewarding workout. Really!!!!
An advert on the radio caught my attention this morning
A very helpful sounding person speaking for the Government asked “If you had started thinking about Brexit yet” and helpfully suggested that “it may be worthwhile if people and businesses started to plan for it.”
Thank you very much.
Just a couple of teeny weeny points
- It might be a tad late to remind people that as we are potentially only just over 20 days away from it,
- Pot calling Kettle. Why don’t you shove that up your collective governmental backsides. Why don’t YOU start doing your job (rather than look after your own self interests) and actually make some decisions that allow people to know exactly what is going on.
I am putting forward our 3 gerbils as the new team to get us out of this Brexit mess.
“Dad did you just say a money tree. Can you really get a money tree?”
Son will often take things very literally. I’ve talked about this before. It is something which is fairly common with autism. I must admit I did this as a kid. You often find yourself trying to re-explain phrases that you often through into conversations (I am sure my parents had to do a similar thing).
My explanation of a money tree was rudely interrupted by Captain Chaos.
“Dad the pup is running round the garden with a sock. Correction. He is now burying the sock.”
I really can’t wait for the Sock Tree to grow….
Then we started thinking about other really useful trees we wish we could grow in the garden
- The Money Tree (obviously) or if that’s a problem then we would settle for a Pay Your Bills Tree,
- The Hugging tree – readily available hugs would be nice,
- The one our cat can climb without getting stuck Tree,
- The Anxiety Absorbing Tree,
- The Children’s Clothes Tree – not having to constantly go to the sewing basket and fix knee and elbow holes would be lovely,
- The Pancake Tree – would have been really useful today after my rather soggy attempts,
- The Remote Control Tree – why do remote controls have stealth technology built into them, bloody thing is always going missing,
- The Brexit Tree – would have to grow within the next few days….,
- The Prune itself Tree – really essential after my last eye injury,
- The Mirror of Erised Tree – if Harry Potter can have his deepest desires mirror then surely we can have a tree that does the same thing. Having said that I would prefer a Take you back 6 years to happier times Tree,
- The Bird Dropping Missile Defence Shield Tree – how good would it be to have a tree that can eliminate bird droppings before they hit the ground,
- The Chocolate Tree – now we are talking,
- The Donut Tree – horticultural heaven.
So as I go outside to see if the Sock Tree has started to grow (probably next to the Pants Tree) can you think of any better ones.
Thanks to Rory (Aguycalledbloke) for the tag to Tell a Story from this picture.
Years of excess and debauchery. Ignoring the warnings of the gods. Two more sacrifices not enough to stop the wrath of the gods. Tonight the gates to hell have opened. The earth splits asunder. Spitting fire demons raining down on the sinners. The narrow streets filling with death. The powerful naval fleet powerless to stop the annihilation. At the opulent palace now crumbling into the sea the Governor desperately tries to save his beloved daughter. As the burning suffocating sea of mud rapidly engulfs the remaining soles The Governor forces the slaves to form a human tower to lift his daughter to safety. THEN NOTHING JUST DARKNESS.
1700 hundred years later as the archaeologist dig deeper into the secrets of Herculaneum they reveal this tangled mass of humanity with a young girl standing on top. A moment for ever frozen in AD71 by the eruption of Vesuvius…..
I would like to tag the following to attempt a story from the following picture (only do it if you really want to)
Sadje – A life after 50 for women
This was the Yorkshire summer last week. It’s now over for the year. We are now in Autumn.
Son told a story from school today.
A couple of weeks ago one of the kids in his class got an exclusion. Repeat rule breaker. Before the exclusion he racked up 110 negatives. So he was shown the big red card. Banned from school for 5 days. It was really convenient for the kid as it came immediately before the half term holiday. So he got two weeks off.
On his return the teacher confirmed that he now had a clean record and all his previous negatives had been wiped from the record. He then asked if that meant that his newly created clean record entitled him for the end of year clean record reward. Kids with clean records are entitled to go an a trip to the local amusement park. After checking it was confirmed that as long as he didn’t pick up another negative then yes he was eligible. He punched the air and shouted “get in”. Unfortunately the teacher took offence to this and gave him a negative.
After the class the kid apparently told the group that he now had 4 months to pick up another 109 negatives so he could get another isolation and have his record wiped again.
It’s a kinda tenacity. But you really couldn’t make it up….
Well he survived the first day back at school. Currently he is bouncing on the trampoline. I have got no idea where the energy comes from. He trooped in from school. Gave the school day 2 out of 10. Demolished 3 tomatoes, an apple and a slice of cake. Gave me a run down on the newly announced Generation 8 of Pokemon. Apparently this generation is based on Britain – that’s going to the grumpiest bunch of Pokemon ever…. Then he set off for the trampoline.
This is all on the back of 2 hours sleep last night. Just too anxious to sleep.
His Dad is somewhat less energised. Evidenced by this morning. I had a morning meeting. So I left the house with car keys in hand. Ten minutes later I came to my senses. I had walked straight past the car, down the drive, out of the village and heading down the path towards the next village. No idea where I was walking. If it was work then that’s a 10 mile hike…….
Bern is Switzerland’s de facto capital. It’s the location for the country’s Federal Government – it is really the country’s Federal City. It is built around the River Aare. It is relatively small and extremely beautiful.
Bern’s famous Clock Tower provides an elaborate mechanical show every hour. Medieval figures and bears intricately dance and weave. This Tower provided the inspiration for the young Einstein to start his journey on the way to understanding time, space and light.
We visited Bern so many times. Strangely it never once rained. Coming from Yorkshire that is mind boggling. The city has a wonderful small Zoo and a Bear Park (thankfully now upgraded). With our son’s Aspergers we would precisely follow the same itinerary on each visit.
- Arrive by Train
- Bear Park
- Sausages and Fries over looking the river
- Clock Tower
- Ice cream
- Back on the Train
One memory sticks and it really sums up Switzerland. On our very first visit we arrived by train and had absolutely no idea how to get to the Zoo. Clearly lost we asked a random person if they had any idea where we would find the Tourist Information. The really friendly Swiss chap asked (in perfect English) was there anywhere in particular we were trying to get to. He went into his bag gave us a pristine timetable and then explained the precise timings. Five minutes later the chap had walked with us to the Bus Stop and waited with us until the Tierpark Bus had arrived. So utterly Swiss….
Thank you so much to my friends
for the Versatile Blogger Nomination. You are all very kind and it’s greatly appreciated.
The rules of the Versatile Blogger Award are as follows:
1. If you are nominated, Congratulations you have been awarded the Versatile blogger award!
2. Thank the person who gave you the award and include a link to their blog.
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5. Tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.
Seven Things About Our Son (As he is so much more interesting and cooler than his Dad)
- He has handled a Peregrine Falcon, Harris Hawk, Snowy Owl, Eagle Owl, Pygmy Owl, Corn Snake, Python, Tarantula, Bearded Dragon and Iguana. Many others his Dad was not brave enough to stop himself running away before he discovered what the beasts name was.
- Can name all the English Kings and Queens since 924
- Claims to be allergic to Brussel Sprouts
- His favourite band is Alter Bridge
- He loves Japanese Manga
- His favourite actor is Johnny Depp (he has seen him in concert playing guitar with the Hollywood Vampires)
- He wants to setup a Jurassic Park type island but fill it with every endangered species and leave them completely isolated from the human world.
My Nominations (Absolutely no obligation, only respond if you fancy having a go – I strongly suspect that this won’t be the first nomination for some..)
Autism in our nest
Jean Lees World
Mom Life With Chiari
Emerging from the dark night
Love will bring us together
Share your light
How I killed Betty
Storms can be beautiful
Anxiety is far too often an unwelcome visitor to our house. I have suffered from it since childhood. It got so much worse after the world changed. Never ending road. Virtual all the worries now focused on our son. Not sure I am that bothered about myself these days….
This morning I woke to that unwelcome guest again. So many voices in my head. All saying the same thing … son is due a anxiety meltdown. Unfortunately that was the truth.
Anxiety and Depression are real inhibiting factors for so many in our society. Research clearly indicates that the risk of suffering from these awful conditions are increased for those living in the world of autism. At least a two fold increase is often reported. Yet from personal experience this was never identified in any of the briefings or guides we received during our journey. It is just not addressed appropriately by society. This can and does have catastrophic results. In our case it took several years of pushy parenting before our son started to get some help.
It’s so difficult to unpick the anxiety for our son. Is it Aspergers related, is it Dyslexia related, is it bereavement related, is it human life anxiety, is it all four….
With our son we have a frequently returning swirling mix of worries and demons. They recede then they blast back. On really bad days they all materialise at the same time. He has many repeating spectres.
- Dyslexia and it’s unwanted consequences.
- Friendships and social interaction.
- Not understanding this strange, alien world.
- Fear of death (his, mine, his pets, his remaining family, the people he cares for).
- Related to the fear of death is his fear of illness. Everything is catchable. Everything can be a risk. Every sneeze, every ache, every speck of dirt is a potential harbinger of a health disaster.
- School. Homework, rules, punishments, no support, cold and scary environments.
- Feeling different, feeling inferior, fearing the finger pointing, fearing being laughed at.
- Running out of money, going broke, losing everything.
- The climate, wrecking the natural world, world politics, Brexit. World is going wrong.
- Being alone.
- Having to fit into large social groupings.
- Fear of being long term depressed.
This is someone so young.
Today it is the return to school and fear of illness. The anxiety vortex is building strength. The bag of tricks we try only helps take the edge off but doesn’t fix today. All we can do is just be busy. Constant activity. Try to stop the mind thinking. These apply to both of us. My world is full of anxiety today as well….