It could have been the sheets I changed on his bed. I put all his blankets back in his bed but that doesn’t mean he could sleep on the sheets that I put on his bed. It could have been the texture or the color. It could have been something like a noise that woke him up since they are loud noises all night long.
I can do laundry any time now. When he was younger he would have huge meltdowns over the laundry. My washer and dryer are in the basement. He would hear the vibrations that would come up from the floor. It would stop it in his tracks. When he could talk he would yell “Make it stop.” As time went he would cry every time he heard the washer and dryer. It got to the point where I couldn’t do laundry when he was home. If I did it at nighttime he would wake up and have meltdowns as well.
It was stressful to see him so upset from the noises. He would pick a spot that would make noise when you walked across it. It would walk back and forth over it to hear the noises it would make. He would do a step motion and then he would go right back to exactly the same spot and do it again. He would do this at least twenty times before he could move forward but he was always concerned where the noise came from.
Holidays can also be stressful for him. It’s time off that he doesn’t want off from school. He always wants to go to school but he is connecting more to the holiday. He loves Halloween and dressing up. This has been a big thing for him to come this far. He still doesn’t want to do the whole getting candy thing but loves going to the trunk or treat.
I think walking to a door would be hard on him still because depending on who answers the door he would have a hard time with them opening and closing the door and how they did it. This could all cause a meltdown. So many rules that govern our lives. My heart hurts when he can't handle something that is supposed to be fun. But he has come so far. Putting on a costume in itself is our huge victory. I’m thankful that he is making so much progress.
My mom took him to therapy after school. I was hoping he would have a good day with both of his therapists. He did much better. He still asked about blue pants but he didn’t try to scream or do any of the other behaviors. I was very thankful for that. I am so glad the therapists are helping Owen work past all of this.
He had a great night and was very calm. He sang a lot and is always great to hear him sing. He asked about my medicine and if I had it in my “medicine box.” I told him yes and he started scrubbing my head and said, “Scrub scrub your head make it all better.” The little victories are the best. Celebrate all your victories. You deserve those happy moments and amazing days. You are important. Smiles to all and donut daze!