It’s Sunday and it’s noon and my children are still in their pajamas walking around with inflatable swords in their hands singing the Veggie Tales version of ROCK LOBSTER. Now if that image doesn’t put a smile on your face not sure what will.
Today, however, is not your average Sunday. Today is my husband’s birthday. Yup the King of the House actually gets to be King for a day. Perhaps the villagers didn’t get that message though for they have been anything but subservient. We had a true Asperger’s moment this morning and even though I knew that was what it was, well it didn’t make it any easier. Below will give those who don’t know what it can be like to live with an ASPIE a better idea.
8am… Gracie comes flying into our bed and starts devouring her daddy in Birthday kisses. I did not expect a huge out pouring of mush from Jay, but a simple “Happy Birthday Dad” would have been nice. So I called upstairs to see where he was and what he was doing. “I am playing my video game”, he yells down. “Well pause it please and come down here and wish your dad a happy birthday”, I said and then went back to cuddling with my daughter and the birthday boy. Five minutes pass and no Jay. “Jay… I asked you to please stop playing and come down here.” For which he replies with a heightened sense of urgency in his voice, “I can’t pause it unless I finish this level. I have to finish the level.”
I know my son is wired differently. Change is hard for him. He doesn’t mean to be disrespectful or rude. Empathy doesn’t come naturally for Aspies. They tend to be very self-centered. This is why to outsiders who don’t know them or about them, they may come across as selfish and spoiled. Getting out of their heads and actually connecting with people is very hard for them. But when they do connect, it comes from a very organic place. It is pure and sincere and sweet. Fortunately, Jay does connect with us and others often. But this morning… not one of those times.
Today we had a full-blown meltdown. Jay’s meltdowns can resemble a stereo typical Terrible Two outburst. His face reddens and the water works turn on. There was no throwing of oneself on the floor kicking and screaming (although that has happened before)… today we had self deprivation. Believe me…. I would rather have the kicking and screaming. “I’m a bad boy. No one loves me. No one understands me!” That last comment is true. I don’t understand him. I think that is the part that hurts the most being his mom. I can empathize with him, but I will never ever be able to totally understand him. And he is smart enough to know not only know this, but to use this in his favor.
Long story short, we were able to calm him, and get him to partake in Dad’s birthday festivities. But of course as soon as the presents were open and the cupcakes were eaten, he was off to play his video game. And I let him too. I let him because I know if he doesn’t finish that level, well his whole day will be messed up. Maybe I do understand my son a little bit after all!