Houses with autistic kids are noisy…at least ours is. Most of the time, I don’t particularly notice all the sound and movement. It’s part of life, our normal. I do become aware, however, when people are over who don’t see Little Man in his element on a regular basis.
I hosted book club last night…..all wonderful, loving, fun women. They know Little Man’s issues. He did okay for the most part, but bedtime is never easy, particularly when I am inaccessible to walk him through it. He definitely let me know he was unhappy with the situation, wandering back and forth between the back bedroom and the kitchen, crying a couple of times, running upstairs, stomping around his room. These are all fairly typical behaviors for him. It distracted me. I was trying to manage him, and yet focus on book club at the same time. He finagled a later bedtime with me trying to avoid full meltdown. Then at the extended time, decided he needed a snack. Upstairs, downstairs, he needed water, he wanted me, he was upset, he was anxious. He wandered in and out of the family room.
At the height of it, I did say, “Don’t mind the noise, it’s just a regular night in an autism house.” Everyone nodded, and we went on with the night. Spouse managed bedtime, and Little Man eventually settled. He was in a sound sleep when the ladies left and I went up to bed.
Our household is chaotic. But everyone has their stuff to deal with. I think we take the hand we’ve been dealt in stride. We roll with what comes. Sometimes that means there’s lot of door-slamming, foot-stomping, lashing out, tears, and yelling. Sometimes, there are quiet, painful tears. Sometimes, there’s calm and quiet. Sometimes, there’s giggling and lots of hugs. Sound pretty normal? Yeah, I thought so too.