We have boundaries with DD1 about what would otherwise be repetitive conversations for the next three months:
- I will only talk with her for half an hour on whatever is number one in her mind (such as when will the next Harry Potter film be out; or when are we going to have an Indian takeaway)
- we don’t talk about Christmas until after Bonfire night
- we only talk about her birthday after Christmas
I tell her:
- not to be rude (especially to the care staff, who all tend to be “fucking idiots” in her view).
- not to call people smoking “fucking idiots, who are giving themselves cancer”
- not to go on about obese members of the public
- not to hit me, DH or the care staff
- not to treat the care staff as maids (which she does, because “Merlin” is one of her favourite programs and she sees the royalty bossing the servants around)
- not to swear in public, near children (her attitude is they have to learn one day, and it might as well be today from her)
Really, it’s pointless telling her these things, but I feel I have to try especially in front of the care staff, who otherwise think we let her get away with it.
At home, she gets up at 9.30 am and has three meals a day at regular times, and goes to bed when we do. Otherwise, she’d lie in bed all morning and be eating at weird times. I tell her, I’m not running a restaurant. It’s better for her epilepsy anyway, when hunger and tiredness are two big triggers. Treat days are Wednesday and Saturday, as her weight is an ongoing problem - she’d eat every junk food in sight, if we let her, although equally she likes top class food like lobster, scallops, octopus, etc. Basically, she likes all food, and will eat until she vomits with overflow, with a few exceptions like red onions and ice cream. Stealing food is an ongoing problem! All treats and alcohol have to be hidden in cupboards.
Only one cuddly toy a week, as otherwise she’d buy every one in sight!
Before she had epilepsy, most people thought she was “normal” - she had a high emotional IQ, was fairly bright, very sociable but rule bound. She wouldn’t say boo to a goose. Nobody recognised the profound language disorder, dyslexia, dyspraxia and memory problems. She still has isolated skills, but the idea of “I’ll do what I want, because nobody is going to send me to jail” tends to prevail.