
DC are back to school. I thought that as a treat, we would have a day of 'nice' things with rest tomorrow, ready for the first full week back on Monday. Swimming pool, cinema, pizza, bed. Hah!
DS 8 has HFA/Aspergers.
So we went to the pool this morning. He loves going to the pool.
I stopped to buy a paper on the way and he ranted and stropped that he didnt want to come in with me and he didnt want to stay in the car.
At the pool, I find it stressful as he cant listen. He cant process my admonitions to 'mind the person behind you', 'stop splashing that little girl', 'dont push your sister's head under the water'.
He tries to climb all over me (he's getting too big for me to support him easily).
He has no concept that it is not funny if he pulls the top of my swimsuit down.
When we get out, he has to be helped to shower, dry and dress himself. And he cant wait while I get myself and the others dressed.
I promised that after lunch we would go to the cinema. Long discussion about what to see.
10 minutes before we all left, he changed his mind and was rigid that he wants to see the film that is starting 10 minutes before the agreed one. DD agrees to the change. We rush and get there in time.
He wants candy floss. We get candy floss. He eats half of it and emerges from the film wearing the other half.
So I brought him into the Ladies to wash him up (as I had said we would go for pizza after the film). He comments that there is more soap in the ladies bathrooms than the men. I lightheartedly say 'thats cos girls like to be cleaner' and turn away to get tissue to dry his hands, face, clothes.
He squirted out soap and threw it all over me Gloops of it on my shoulder, legs and my (new, expensive, holiday purchase, 'I bloody deserve it') handbag.
I lost it.
I told him that he had hurt my feelings badly; that I was all out of patience, that I no longer wanted to go get a pizza with him. What part of him thought it would be funny to do that? etc etc. I ranted. I dont really even care about the handbag, it was the sheer lack of thought.
My patience, understanding, reasoning and allowances tank has run dry.
Does anyone else have weeks days that it is all too much; and that the 'invisibility' of ASD makes it hard to manage our expectations?
Sorry for the rant. Feel marginally better to have got it out.