Cub’s teacher sent me this picture after suddenly being unable to find him in the classroom.
Cub is a smart guy with lots of words but approximately zero of those words are able to describe how he is feeling. He can tell you all about constellations but has no words for angry, hungry, potty, sleepy, etc. Because of this, we have to figure out how he is feeling by a change in behavior. The problem is that by the time the behavior has changed, it’s too late! Meltdown/Shutdown here we come.
It would seem based on the photo that Cub had enough fun and needed a break but maybe he was tired or sick. Translating behavior is an exhausting guessing game for everyone involved. Thank goodness the team in place to support Cub is diverse and committed. We will figure you out, yet, Little Cub!!
Sometimes we just need to get real. The internet is full of false realities and I cannot stand it. Being a special needs mom, I want to read a blog that airs all the dirty laundry and makes me feel like I’m not alone. I want to read about the tough times. That’s why I love this blog @Halfasgoodasyou
Cub had red-dye for the first time in 20 days and well……. paragraph 4 from that blog sums it up well. My child was a little asshole (and I can say that because I’m his mom.) THIS is the kind of blog I’ve been looking for: diary-quality struggles out there on the internet for all the world to see. Thanks for restoring my faith in myself. This is hard and I’m not crazy.
So now here we are, experimenting with natural red dyes so that Cub doesn’t have to miss out on all the Valentine’s day fun. The cupcakes on the left side rocked! The right side tasted like rocks….. Can’t win them all, folks.
From the picture, you’d think Cub is tired or sick but you’d be wrong! Cub is having the time of his life. He just spent an hour playing heavy gross motor play at a local Family Fun Center with Tiger encouraging and protecting him. After an hour, Cub hit sensory overload and shut down. This is that moment.
It’s hard to explain to other bathroom-goers why it’s perfectly fine that my sweet Cub is lying motionless and silent on the cold tile of the women’s bathroom floor. We are new to taking him out in public during moments like these so I haven’t perfected my blurb that explains Cub’s behavior. This time, I fumbled over something like “he doesn’t process the world like we do.”
Right now, we are sitting on a PDD-NOS and ADHD diagnosis that grew out of an infancy diagnosis of Sensory Integration Dysfunction.
Keep following our journey!