David. Fixates on things. So when he asked about discharge from the facility he is in, I explained that before he could be discharged, a facility needed to be identified and either restructured or added on to, in order to house a child with Autism. Evidently he is under the belief that he is being discharged. And discharged to a specific place. Since I listed a number of facilities that could potentially be adapted for the needs of kids with Autism, he decided the one he is going to. Hate to burst his bubble, but unless things have drastically changed in the state of North Dakota’s mental health institutions, he isn’t coming home soon. Much as I want him home, it would likely be a huge step back for him to come straight home from his current facility. How do I know this? Simple history. It has happened before.
Good morning friends. I am getting sick. Having Lupus, Fibromyalgia and Hypothyroidism, this means that I need to be proactive in fighting the infection. Uggh… this means that I need to lengthen the amount of rest I get as well as increase my liquid intake. Hopefully the prednisone I am taking will bolster my bodies ability to fight what ever bug I am developing. Now, back to the title. Our youngest, feels it necessary to lie about everything. And it is frustrating. He doesn’t get to even play toys without supervision because he can’t control his impulses. He gets into more trouble for telling lies than he does for stealing food, keys, toys, books, pens, pencils, toys for the pets, calculators, cell phones, mp3 players and all of the other many things that he has stolen. We know that he is the one stealing, why? Because the whole 6 months
This morning started out fabulous. David was well rested, I was fairly well rested, and we were up on time to see everyone else off to school. I first give David quiet time in the morning, gives him a chance to get himself in sync with the day. This morning was no different, after a quick breakfast of Cinnamon Life Cereal, he got his meds and went to his quiet space. Later in the morning, I heard some noises that told me fairly quickly he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. So I stalked quietly into the area near his quiet space, and he quick jumped up, shoved what he was doing under a blanket and came out and asked me wahtI was doing. I explained that I thought he was doing something that was off-limits. He denied it, as is typical of any ten year old