Eli and I were rough housing on the sofa and I asked him to stop and go potty and brush his teeth. Of course he argued and tried to make some kid threats of never playing with me again and I told him that I was ok with it. He stomped off, went into the bathroom and closed the door (he never closes the door), and then he locked it (bad choice…we have rules against that). So I stood outside the door listening thinking he was going to be devious and not actually brush his teeth.
He mumbled about how I was mean and then went potty and brushed his teeth. Because the door was closed and locked I took the stance of a scary monster and waited for the door to be unlocked and opened and then I scared the living shit out of him. He screamed, did a funky crazy I am scared as can be dance and then started yelling at me. I turned around and ran laughing! He chased me and then sat me down and lectured me for five minutes about how he didn’t like that I scared him, it was not nice and he didn’t want me to do it again.
I of course took the lecture well and laughed internally wishing I had caught it on tape. The good thing, is that he communicated his feelings to me in a proper manner. He has come so far since being diagnosed and declassified. His maturity level over the last few months is amazing. Six going on 12.
Where are all the PDD-NOS parents? I invite you to reach out to me. I am not a doctor, not a scientist, but I am a parent of a PDD NOS child who has received services and has watched their child bloom and fight through the disorder to be declassified. My son Eli plays sports, he excels in school, socializes beautifully and communicates with his peers, his teachers and adults. I am no expert, but I can answer your questions and help you come to terms with the disorder. I invite you to post questions, post comments, call me on the phone or email me.
PDD-NOS parents need to get as much help as the do the kids. Get over the denial phase and seek help. It will change your life!
Just wanted to wish Eli a very happy 6th Birthday!
My little man, one day you will read this blog and think your dad was a pretty crazy guy. I spent the last hour or so looking at your baby pictures and wondering where the time went. I remember holding you just minutes after you were born and realizing that you were the most important person in my life. I have watched you grow, explore your surroundings and overcome unbelievable obstacles. You are as smart as they come, caring beyond belief and have a sense of humor that rivals anyone I know.
I hope when you read this, that you will realize that your parents love you. We are so very proud of who you are and what you have become. You are only six but it already feels that you are growing into a young man. I see the good in you and know that no matter what happens, you will be successful. But for now, you better start cleaning your room, doing your chores and listening better or I may not let you live until you are seven.
Just kidding buddy. I love you. Happy Birthday!