If you are a regular reader of my blog you will know that I have a son with Aspergers (and added extras). And as any parent with a child who has special needs or is ‘different’ will know, that parenting a child with special needs brings with it a different set of worries, struggles and grief.
Even after a fabulous weekend of walking, I started the week feeling weary. I go through phases of deep thinking, when I can see no light at the end of the tunnel, the phase does pass usually quite quickly as I remind myself that stressing has never accomplished anything, but when even a walk with the dogs in the glorious sunshine didn’t shift my feeling of weariness, I know I must just ride the wave.
Recently I’ve been thinking what course of action to take that will help Greg’s get motivated. At the moment I know he needs more cognitive help and guidance with his behaviour. Do we drop his speech therapy in order to be able to get the other help he needs? Can we find a therapist who knows how to work with someone with Aspergers? And my main concern is that at the end of the day will it all be wasted energy? Trying to help Greg’s sometimes feels like we are doing it for ourselves. And at this moment in time I am tired of it all.
To add to my feeling of weariness, yesterday we had a phone call from the government speech therapist saying that a slot has come up and they can now fit Greg’s in (at the moment he goes to a private one). It’s been so long since I put his name down on the list that I had forgotten all about it.
My gut instinct is a big fat ‘no’ doing speech therapy with this chap. Half an hour once a week isn’t going to touch his speech. If the therapist had phoned in a weeks time my feelings would probably be totally different, but I have to give him an answer today.
Sitting here writing this, I am feeling weary and could quite happily hide under the bed until the feeling passes… I even tried hugging a tree whilst standing barefooted in the grass and that did nothing to help, although it did amuse the neighbours!
I know that things could be worse, so for now I’ll ride the waves of weariness and turn to my old friend Cadbury’s (always a fantastic friend) and who knows, maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to my normal self.
How has your week been?
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