LIFE WITH AN AUTISTIC 13 YEAR OLD SON
a dose of what I deal with on a daily basis ….
So I’m in the downstairs bathroom and I look over to absolutely no toilet paper. I struggle to lean over and open the cabinet under the sink while keeping my ass on the seat. No toilet paper there either. I sigh, then scream really loud at the top of my lungs; “ROB!!! ROB!!”
The big stomping of feet are heard running down the stairs. “What? Where are you?” he asks as I hear him walking around looking for me.
“In the bathroom.” I said behind the closed door. I hear him move closer to the door. “Go get my some toilet paper from upstairs please.” I say. He sighs as if it were a big task requiring hours of his time, but I hear him run back up stairs. I can hear him fumbling around a bit, as if he were fighting a gorilla somewhere upstairs. I wait. Nothing. Five minutes pass. I am still waiting. Still nothing. I sigh and look at my iPhone (yes I have my iPhone in the bathroom, deal with it). 8 minutes have passed. I have then come to the conclusion that he forgot about me. I text him. And wait. Nothing. Still waiting after another three minutes and I finally scream again.
I hear him stomping again and he comes to the bathroom door. “What the hell are you doing?” I scream out to him. He sighs again and says “Oh” and then I hear him run back upstairs. Again, another struggle. I facepalm myself and look at the hand towel hanging on the rack behind me. “I’m not that desperate YET” I say to myself. I start up another game of Words with Friends.
After a few more minutes I hear footsteps stomping down the stairs and a knock on the door. “FINALLY!” I said. He opens the door slightly and turns his head to hand me …. “TWO SQUARES OF TOILET PAPER???”
Moral of the story: Be VERY VERY SPECIFIC when talking to an Autistic child. They take things so literal that you’ll be wiping your ass with a hand towel just to get over the moment!