health warning! This is a real whinge about something positve so only read if you're feeling tolerant.
I'm focussing above all else now in trying to increase DS2's flexibility and social confidence. Yesterday, a 5 year old NT girl with superb social skills came for tea with DS2 (4.7). DS2 used all his new-found showing skills to show her how to play a simple board game. Inspired by her example, he swapped the colour of his playing pieces several times....
I saw the opportunity and grabbed it - I told them that it was time to come to the table and he could be a daddy and sit in daddy's chair, and she could be a mummy and sit in mummy's chair. Hey presto, he was in such a good mood that it worked. It's the first time he's ever willingly sat in the "wrong" chair. He didn't even blink an eyelid when the girl's brother showed up and sat in DS2's chair.
It was all lovely, but yesterday evening I cried. Because even though we are a happy family, and this work with him is immensely fulfilling and immensely important, and often I feel I have a richer relationship with him than other mothers have with their ordinary children, I wish he didn't need so much help with these things, I wish he wasn't so terribly vulnerable.