I may be back.
Who knows…. I might not stay either.
It’s been a long time. A few years in fact. The boy is now 13 and the girl is 15. Where does the time go?
I am still full of anxiety, still waiting for the explosions to happen. Still waiting for something to happen all the time.
I am still trying to figure out this parenting teenagers with Asperger’s lark.
The girl is a talented singer, writer and actor. When she wants to be. She says she wants to be an actor or an author but when her agent calls her up to say she has an audition she has a meltdown and won’t go. Why? Because she might not get the part! She doesn’t get that by not going she is definitely not going to get the part.
The the next audition she is fine. I don’t understand!
I scream internally (and externally) a lot….
She doesn’t get it.
The boy makes things. He will find a picture of an item, usually a weapon used in a film he has just seen and make a 3D replica of it. He is quite talented there but it makes for a messy house with paint and glue and bits of foam spread all over any available surface.
Apparently I love mess.