Sometimes with sensory seekers you need to redirect hands that can get up to mischief. Well he’s 4 so maybe it’s just that he’s 4 but there’s been some undesirable behaviour recently. (I’m not going into detail because I want to respect his privacy)
Playtime needs to up its sensory game so here were yesterday’s ideas:
- No mess painting. Splodges of paint on paper inside a ziploc freezer bag. Squidging time!
- New slime. Yes I know you can make it but I bought some cool slime from Tiger. It took a bit of encouragement but he soon let me lay it on his hands and we were away.
- Pouring and squeezing bottles. I poked some holes in a bottle lid (blue tack under the lid and be careful using the knife). I filled a bucket put in cups, a jug and plastic bottles on the table outside. It was a great success. I love messy play that you don’t have to clean up. He was cautious at first but was soon squeezing and spraying. I could even see some bilateral skills which he is working on still.
I’ve got some rainbow beads on order to make the water more colourful and a new Sensory Play Ideas Pinterest board here.
So we are on holiday and receive the call I’ve been hoping for so hard. We have been waiting 16 months but finally our paeditrician has drawn her conclusions about little A’s diagnosis. We will be cutting the break slightly short because frankly if someone offers you a diagnosis, you drop everything. Glad we chose a British staycation.
Have noticed since the call, and my initial tears of relief that we might be able to get answers, my brain has been busily at work.
Without knowing it, I have been holding back. I don’t know why the diagnosis of autistic spectrum disorder will make a difference yet but that part of my brain absorbed in imagining what might be going on has been slightly unburdened and wants to chat away.
Queue me jotting away on my phone throughout the break.
I have also said out loud to my husband that I want fiction writing to be my life. So it seems if nothing else the appointment this week will be the start of us all getting on with our life.
Little A has a lot of anxiety leaving home. He loves going out and about but getting him there is not fun. Complete corridor meltdowns are frequent.
It has been a learning curve to battle this. Lots of visual prompts, sketch pictures and now photos and we are getting there.
To help him and because he loves his books I finally made him a going out book. I’m not sure if it’s officially a social story, more of a list “I like going to the garden, I can take out my toys” including photos. The place is accompanied by something very motivating for him like walking, taking the scooter or visiting the cafe.
It’s working and we have been for an outing at least two out of four at home days for the last few weeks.
As I want to sometimes venture beyond our home town, I have included some of our favourite places like Kew Gardens, the Splash Zone at Chessington and OF COURSE the London Transport Museum. Well he has woken up everyday this week and the first thing he said “want to go a London Transport Museum, going on the train” And good morning to you too son.
Today I finally gave in. I had to wait for a reasonably short tantrum to finish (just 20 minutes) but after that I grabbed our ticket and we’re on our way.
I wouldn’t say it’s a failed tactic. After another day trapped at home yesterday, I appreciate an outing but I’d really hoped to take him next week.
It seems like we are going to have to work on timing and preparation. The level of motivation of somewhere so cool as LTS is far beyond Little As impulse control at the moment.
Haven’t been keeping this blog for a while which is a shame, I love writing. I love my life with little boy. I love looking for the fun and funny things that happen in our days.
However a lot has been going on for Little A. Turns out A, amongst other things, is for Autistic Spectrum Disorder.
The acts of learning about it, reading about it, living it has weighed heavily on us this year. It occurs to me though I should write still because there are many highs and lows but also this is a chance to see the joy in my life with Little A.
If you want show support the National Autistic Society are lighting up a map of supporters in the UK.