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I appear to have pleased the old ones. Yay me

As an atheist and a smartarse it would be hypocritical to say the Gods love me these days so I’ll stick with Lovecraftian mythos and say the old ones like me. 

Cthulhu friend?

Or at least they have no desire to devour me, or maybe they think autism sucks. I know this cause at present I am 1) not dead and B) enjoying some very copacetic moments in life. 

We are at present trying to get control of The Great Autistic Ones need to headbutt everything all the time. And we have finally been able to access the food therapy group so sensory issues is our current flavour of the month.

I give you the following examples. 

It was suggested we try G.A.O. in a waterbed to help his sleeping. Ok great so we start searching of teh interwebs not liking our chances The universe delivers the only single waterbed in the country listed on our auction site just 5 mins up the road from us at the exact time I have a bumper week at work and have an extra $350 in the pay packet. What does the bed cost us? $315. And it has padded bits. yay. Go team Autism!!!

 

Next it’s suggested we try find some light up gadgets to see if they help settle him. Not only do I find an excess of cheap fibre optic lamps, plug in disco balls, huge lava lamps, but when cleaning out mumbleteen funky nest of a bedroom, we discovered he forgot to tell us he returned home 3 months ago from a trip to his Uncles house with little dude all time favorite light and music toy. 

This is the best toy ever, every autistic home should have one.

It even still had working batteries!!

And just today not 3 days after it was suggested we try a white noise machine but the first time I go looking for one I found the only one listed on our auction website.

Thanks Old Ones I don’t know why I have appeased you but I shall continue to do so.

Or maybe it’s that retroactive karma finally kicking in after all these years. I am suspicious and paranoid so I am waiting for that head shot from a flying farm animal or being struck by lighting take down that life likes to offer when we start feeling smug but until then I’ll keep being a cheap arse and pining my hopes on Cthulhu.

Peace  


the 12 days of an Autism Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

A meltdown under the Christmas tree.

On the second day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me.

2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree

On the third day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

3 puddles of wee, 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree

On the forth day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

4 hours of stimming, 3 puddles of wee, 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

5 screaming scenes, 4 hours stimming, 3 puddles of wee, 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

6 ornaments licked, 5 screaming scenes, 4 hours stimming, 3 puddles of wee, 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree

On the seventh day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

7 drooly things, 6 ornaments licked, 5 screaming scenes 4 hours stimming, 3 puddles of wee, 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree

On the eighth day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

8 Thomas repeats, 7 drooly things, 6 ornaments licked, 5 screaming scenes, 4 hours stimming, 3 puddles of wee, 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

9 poopy pull-ups, 8 Thomas repeats, 7 drooly things, 6 ornaments licked, 5 screaming scenes, 4 hours stimming, 3 puddles of wee, 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

10 minutes peace, 9 poopy pull ups, 8 Thomas repeats, 7 drooly things, 6 ornaments licked 5 screaming scenes, 4 hours stimming, 3 puddles of wee 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me

11 flying headbutts, 10 minutes peace, 9 poopy pull ups, 8 Thomas repeats, 7 drooly things, 6 ornaments licked, 5 screaming scenes, 4 hours stimming, 3 puddles of wee 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree.

On the twelth day of Christmas my autistic one gave to me.

12 shots of whiskey, 11 flying headbutts, 10 minutes peace, 9 poopy pull ups 8 Thomas repeats, 7 drooly things, 6 ornaments licked, 5 screaming scenes, 4 hours stimming, 3 puddles of wee, 2 unwrapped presents and a meltdown under the Christmas tree

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