Both my sons are autistic (6 and 11) I spend all my time trying to appease them, anticipate melt downs, dealing with melt downs.
I book things to do and the eldest will never want to go (he said he would only go to Alton Towers this weekend if we bought him robux and said similar about going on the slides at a water park last week) he won’t eat with us, whenever we sit down to eat he will say he’s not hungry or the food smells horrible. He lives on toast and crisps. He winds up his younger brother and makes him cry and hit and in turn the massive fight continues day after day.
I get constant phone calls from school about the both of them. We are going to Disney World Florida in the half term and he just says it’s ‘mid’ and doesn’t enjoy going. Every party we have had for him he cries and melts down. We can’t go out for dinner as one of them will create. I can’t go shopping as they run around screaming.
They are incapable of self care - they are physically able but won’t. Massive meltdowns from the eldest when being asked to shower, screaming every morning from 6 year old when he’s asked to get himself dressed. I’m exhausted. DH and I are exhausted.
We try to be strict with them - husband especially so - but it doesn’t work. I have read every parenting book going, tried every chart but nothing works. To be fair they are much better at home than school. I see people having actual relationships with their children and doing things together and feel so jealous. I didn’t want a boy because of the likelihood of autism and here I am with two of them.
I feel like I’m existing and both DH and I go straight to bed as soon as the kids are put to bed. I am caught between the urge to be a good mum, feed them home cooked meals, go for walks and days out, throw them parties (because they never get invited to any one else’s) but it all ends in disappointment, frustration and sadness.
I don’t know if I’m being unreasonable to stop spending money on taking them out because I feel I should and leave them home with their nanny (she lives at the end of our garden)inside on their bloody screens and go with DH to enjoy life. Nanny has only just moved in after we lost dad and I would never leave the boys before so maybe we have a lot of date nights to catch up on.
Do I keep trying to live the life I expected or do I finally give in and start to do things for my own enjoyment?