It's that high functioning bit that I can't get over. If indeed DD2 has ASD....it's not a given. It's just a hunch.
We have a new carer for DD1. Lovely girl, young, but looks quite a lot older because of her choice of makeup. She has a dark complexion, which, tbh, isn't entirely natural (make up/fake tan/sunbed...not sure).
Anyway. We went to Paulton's Park on Monday and I thought all 3 girls woud be out for the count. But, to my surprise, DD2 didn't settle. I was mystified. Lovely day out, no school, nothing to worry about...it didn't make sense. By 11pm I was begging her to go to bed so that I could. No result. She couldn't/wouldn't tell me what was up. Finally, at around 00.15, she burst into tears and said she couldn't possibly tell me what the matter is, because it was so very, very, rude and I'd be so very angry and sad with her.
Eventually, I coaxed out of her the problem. In her words: "I only like people who have the same skin as me. Peach. X doesn't have peach skin." So we had a big chat about how she could tell me her worries, as long as she didn't say them in front of the person and told me privately. I suggested that she could be in her room reading or in the dining room doing lego when X arrived, and I'd tell her she was having a relax and would say hi when she was ready. We also talked about 'stranger danger' and how sometimes you have to be rude, even if you wouldn't normally. All sorted, she said 'I'm going to let you go to bed now'.
The next day, X, came. DD2 was a bit taken aback, because she hadn't had time to get into the dining room/her room, but indicated she was 'ok'. She joined in with X's games a bit, then retired to the lounge to watch TV/play on the IPad while the others played. All fine.
Tonight, we were discussing a sleepover at her cousins, and she seemed fixated on going on Tuesday. I said 'Why Tuesday??' and she said 'You know....skin?' and I said 'Oh, you're not happy with X still??' and she said 'shhh....you didn't have to say it loud!'
I said 'but last week you looked like you were having fun....' and she said:
Mum, you know ages ago, you told me that thing about 'being happy even if you're not enjoying something...'? I said 'do you mean pretending to be happy?' and she said 'Yes. That's what I was doing. It's polite to be happy even if you're not really enjoying the thing.'
The poor child is being penalised for following my stupid social conditioning to the letter!!