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Jan. 12th, 2011 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustI'm not sure why, but after months of construction, the condo going up across the street has elected to leave its crane up all night and the lights on that crane on all night. This is difficult, since said lights shine directly into my bedroom window (which has no shades, for various stupid reasons, chief being that we just never bought any). It doesn't bother Steve, because nothing does, but Jesus God, it sure bothers me.
So yeah. And yesterday was Cal's re-assessment appointment at St. Mike's Paediatric Clinic, which was a huge bag of useless bullshit--the doctor literally said to me: "I don't understand why you set this up", to which I replied: "I didn't set this up, somebody phoned out of the blue and told me I had this appointment, so..." And Cal threw a succession of shit-fits, screaming and crying and thrashing, so she couldn't get anything out of it besides A) Wow, he has a lot more language than you told me! (Yes, when he's pissed off.) and B) you need to do something about that behaviour, because that's 100% deliberate. Steve's already thinking up ways to explain it away to himself--oh, she handled him wrong; oh, he was upset; oh, he's Autistic. Uh huh, well: He isn't any more Autistic than he was two fucking months ago, and he wasn't tantruming over every goddamn thing back then, so can we just agree that this is crap we wouldn't eat from a neurotypical kid, and proceed accordingly?
Tomorrow, meanwhile, I have two Cal-related meetings--one at St. Mike's, to find out what the hell is actually happening in their Grade One classroom and what I can do to reinforce their scheduled activities at home, and one at Surrey Place, to discuss coping strategies. Because right now, all I can do is just not talk to him for a while after he gets crazily oppositional, which does "work", but only to a point. Keeps my blood pressure down, if nothing else.
Aaaand--then there's the rewrite. Which I need to get the fuck back to, ASAP.
So yeah. And yesterday was Cal's re-assessment appointment at St. Mike's Paediatric Clinic, which was a huge bag of useless bullshit--the doctor literally said to me: "I don't understand why you set this up", to which I replied: "I didn't set this up, somebody phoned out of the blue and told me I had this appointment, so..." And Cal threw a succession of shit-fits, screaming and crying and thrashing, so she couldn't get anything out of it besides A) Wow, he has a lot more language than you told me! (Yes, when he's pissed off.) and B) you need to do something about that behaviour, because that's 100% deliberate. Steve's already thinking up ways to explain it away to himself--oh, she handled him wrong; oh, he was upset; oh, he's Autistic. Uh huh, well: He isn't any more Autistic than he was two fucking months ago, and he wasn't tantruming over every goddamn thing back then, so can we just agree that this is crap we wouldn't eat from a neurotypical kid, and proceed accordingly?
Tomorrow, meanwhile, I have two Cal-related meetings--one at St. Mike's, to find out what the hell is actually happening in their Grade One classroom and what I can do to reinforce their scheduled activities at home, and one at Surrey Place, to discuss coping strategies. Because right now, all I can do is just not talk to him for a while after he gets crazily oppositional, which does "work", but only to a point. Keeps my blood pressure down, if nothing else.
Aaaand--then there's the rewrite. Which I need to get the fuck back to, ASAP.
