Blue skies have been a rarity over the last couple of weeks. Strangely this photo is a few weeks old. Can’t remember the last time I had to water the tomato plants. If anything it’s more about trying to stop them drowning in the rain water. The mad dog is currently sat looking out through the back door. Yet when I open it for him he just continues to sit and seems to shrug – if you think I’m going out in that you have another thing coming. Other areas of the county have seen bridges swept away and a Dam almost breached. Wasn’t it only a few weeks ago I was talking about Yorkshire and temperatures in the 90s. Strange old summer.
We have largely been cut off from the outside world this holiday. The occasional and extremely brief trip to the shop but son has stayed in the car. Trip to a castle but at a time (and with the poor weather) that it would be largely empty. We are thinking about a trip to another castle, a zoo and hill walk – but these will be scheduled at the quietest times possible. This is how our son likes it.
But it does have a downside. Next month son will return to school. Small site with over 800 kids and adults. Its just not a natural environment for someone with Aspergers. It doesn’t help that within a few days of school opening it’s the anniversary of his mums death. It not easy for anyone but no kid should have to go through that.
Soon we will need to start the process of getting him as ready as possible for that dreaded return. We will have a few visits to the school. A word with the caretaker will allow a walk round the empty corridors. But that just won’t prepare him for so much noise, so many faces. So we are going to have to visit a few busy places. A couple of trips to a Supermarket. Maybe a visit to a popular museum – York’s Train Museum. It’s a balancing act trying to acclimatise yet not trying to unnecessarily spook him.
The other part to this is ME. It’s about trying to get ME used to people again. It really doesn’t come naturally to ME. Just look at that it’s all ME ME ME with me. I blame it on the rain.
Current mood – Dampish….
It’s SUMMERTIME. It’s YORKSHIRE. It’s still RAINING.
As a kid I remember being told if it was settled and fine on the 31st July then the rest of summer would be great. However if it was wet on that day then summer would stay poor. It’s funny how often we have great weather in July then we hit the 31st and the weather breaks. So basically here in Yorkshire at this time of year – once the weather breaks it stays broken. But it’s great conditions for ducks.
See it’s true the Brits are always taking about the weather…..
Today was supposed to be another attempt to visit a new place. A local castle. Unfortunately lots of rain stopped play. So we will try again tomorrow.
Dad if we go now then we will have the castle to ourselves. But it’s a ruin. So no cover. Going to get so wet. On balance I will take a risk on crowds. This is way beyond wet.
Yet one hour later.
Dad can we go out and play footie.
It’s pouring down.
When the aliens come to invade earth they ain’t going to say – it’s raining we will give it an hour.
So in the pouring rain we played football then it was aquatic trampolining. Drenched. That wet that you can feel your feet shrivelling up. That wet that the football becomes like a bar of soap and weighs as much as a set of dumbbells. That wet that the ducks bugger off inside.
Tomorrow the colds will start but today it’s fun.
The heatwave is here in Europe but it’s refusing to cross the North Sea. While Bern is getting 34C, Madrid gets 35C and blazing sunshine good old Yorkshire gets drizzle and 12C. So still it’s proper weather.
And so as the weather sticks to my post from earlier today, the system also continues to follow that posts script.
Another day and another system letter. A service we did have access to but which has dried up recently. Today brings the confirmation. Government cut backs so the service provider has to prioritise and our son is currently seen as a low priority. So it’s another service we have to reapply for and go through a new assessment process. It’s just not fair on kids like our son.
Apparently a heatwave is about to hit Western Europe. I’m not sure the required paperwork and clearances have been signed off for Yorkshire yet. As a result it’s gone back to cold, cloudy and very wet. Here this is called proper weather.
Anyway let’s see if the much vaunted hot stuff arrives. Knowing our luck it could be a long wait. But we are accustomed to waiting for things.
- Snow at Christmas … 10 years
- My so called football team winning a domestic trophy … 64 years
- A U.K. Van Halen Tour … 35 years
- Last Total Solar Eclipse in Yorkshire … 92 years, next U.K. one 2090
We can add to these the following waits.
- Bereavement counselling for son … over 2 years and counting
- Waiting to have son’s dyslexia initially assessed by an Education Psychologist … over 3 years
- Aspergers Review and Assessment … 2 years
- Dedicated Aspergers Therapy … 1 year
- Anxiety Therapy … 6 months
- Speech Therapy … 4 years
- Paediatrician Assessment … 1 year
- Parent Training on Autism … Never going to happen So far 5 years
You get the picture. Nothing comes easy. As a parent. As an Autism Parent. As a Aspie Parent. You have to push for the support your kid needs. Constantly chasing up contacts. Everyday seems like a new or recurring battle. Letter after letter. Chasing up phone calls. That’s something which isn’t mentioned when you start your new life journey. You sort of assume that the professional help will be there when you need it. You quickly find out that the professional help is withheld or is delivered at times to suit the system rather than the child.
What the system doesn’t seem to appreciate is that you get such a short window of time to foster real progress. As one psychologist said
Up to about 14 years is the development sweet spot. That’s when the real, long lasting progress is usually made. That’s when you have a chance to start closing the educational gap. After that it becomes increasingly difficult. If it’s left too long then its probably just about trying to stop the educational gap widening too quickly.
The frustration that causes you. It’s hard to explain that feeling. Maybe constantly walking in treacle. Every step forward is such an effort and yet you are so far away from your destination. But the fight has to be fought. As long as our son wants me to keep pushing then I will keep pushing. That’s what parents do.
You can’t beat a good crop circle. Such intricate geometric patterns. These aliens are clearly very artistic with boundless amounts of patience. It’s kinda reassuring to know that the earth is clearly the preferred canvas of choice for alien art.
Unfortunately something is a clearly amiss with the Yorkshire Crop Circles.
Have the aliens that visit Yorkshire been indulging in too much Newcastle Nuclear Brown Ale or Black Sheep Holy Grail Ale.
Or are the Yorkshire Aliens the Galaxy’s avant-garde pioneers. No intricate geometric patterns here. Or maybe it’s the weather. You can imagine an alien more at home in fertile hospitable climes saying something like this as he is starting his Yorkshire Crop Circle in the pouring rain
“Bugger this for a lark let’s get it done as quick as possible then we are out of here”
When I told this story to our son he just looked at me with that look… thought for a few seconds then said.
“Dad why on earth would an alien fly all those billions of light years to do a bit of art then fly back again. You need to look for the rational explanation. Clearly we have some mighty big field mice these days”
Clearly the all too common stereotype that autistic people do not have a sense of humour is clearly true which thus means we need a much bigger cat….
Apologies for the photo the camera phone has one or two slight limitations.
More native Yorkshire animals…. As you can see it’s the usual baking sunshine and deep blue skies on a typical British bank holiday. What is interesting about this photo is the way you can see an apex predator bully another unfortunate creature. Those poor Polar Bears. They just don’t stand a chance with a Gull. Rumour has it that the next evil galactic creature Marvel will replace Thanos with will be a Seagull. Maybe the one who we watched chase seals off to eat their food. Or these chaps who happily took the meat off the bears. Or maybe the one in the car park who we watched walk up to a parked car and start violently pecking at it it’s door. Or the one we saw sitting next to the tiger clearly eyeballing him. Or the one who crapped on my car from front to back.
Yesterday was a strange day. Started very warm, dry and still. Finished very wet, cold and stormy.
It was also one of those moods swing days. It started really well with my son in great form. Then one Family movie later it had suddenly swung to tears and dark hearts. Movies which clearly advertise bereavement in the description can be planned for or better still avoided. It’s the ones which suddenly drop these on you without warning which cause the trouble. From a happy family on a trip of a lifetime to suddenly a young family trying to cope with the sudden death of the mum. I can’t remember seeing that bit in the synopsis. It really hit me, lord knows what it did to my young boy. It makes you feel like a completely incompetent parent … why didn’t we opt for the Scooby Doo movie.
But yesterday we had an unlikely saviour, the rain. After two months of completely dry weather the heavens opened. Stood outside in the rain, being almost blown off our feet in the wind. It just felt great. Seeing my son getting drenched to the skin and loving it. Today I just love the uplifting rain.
It’s strange how something as simple as sledging can lift the spirits. If only we could do this everyday!
Even in a poor summer you can get moments of beauty if you look hard enough. Let’s now find that pot of gold.
You dream of summer holidays filled with sun and outdoor fun. Welcome to Yorkshire this lunchtime.