You’re going through such a tough situation mate. By the sounds if it, you’re doing an amazing job. Way beyond what most of us would ever have to endure.The hardest part for me is that, due to his autism, he doesn't understand concepts that neuro typical kids his age do.
For example: yesterday, he was tired, due to a poor night's sleep.
He lashed out at a friend of his (as I'm sure you know, neuro divergent kids often shut down when they are overstimulated, and my son is no exception), she told him she didn't want to be his friend any more, and he can't understand why she is not his friend any more.
I've tried to explain it to him, but he shuts down even further, and gets more exasperated, going completely non-verbal, stimming, and staring off into the distance, while screaming.
It's heartbreaking.
I don't know how to communicate with my own son.
You’re going through such a tough situation mate. By the sounds if it, you’re doing an amazing job. Way beyond what most of us would ever have to endure.
I'm doing my best, but it's really tough
Just the fact that you are doing your absolute best and obviously love your son is a testament to how good a father you are.
You e had a shit hand dealt to you, and I’m heartbroken that you have had to endure it. I applaud you and your wife for doing everything you can for the young bloke.
Everyone needs to hear it now and again, so I will tell you right now…you are a good dad.
Yesterday was World Mental Health Day.
At 1pm Mrs G hits me up on WhatsApp that the MIL is vomitting and has a sore back. She organises an Uber to collect her and take her to her GP. She is on the way to the GP but the GP calls and say he’s calling an ambulance.
So we mobilise and the fam are all headed for RPA. My daughter was already at RPA that day, so good.
Tests, tests. She is having a slow heart attack. Huh ? Enzymes in her blood are markers, I hear as my daughter is being briefed by the cardiologist. This slow heart attack won’t stop and is possibly causing muscle damage. They have to intervene, but she might die on the table. I think they have to say that.
So they rushed her to surgery, found blockages, put in stents, drained her lungs of vomit, grease n oil change.
At 8pm MIL is sitting up in a ward, with good colour in her face eating a cheese sandwich and complaining. Back to normal then. Happy days.
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It's a miracle that we got my MIL to hospital at all <in heavy serbian accent> "bože satuvaiš, what would doctors know".I hope it turns out well for her, @Gronk.
My mother in law is a shadow of herself these days. Has massive mental health issues but refuses to take medication for it. Keeps going to the Dr to search for what is causing her affliction. She’s been a hypochondriac all her life but now she is unbearable. She annoys the f**k out of me. My father in law however is a saint and he’s been copping the ‘Christopher Skase’ syndrome from her his whole marriage. I don’t know how he does it.
That's amazing.Had a heart failure whilst she was doing a 24-hour swim competition (because that's what most 70-year-old's do, right?)
Glad to hear it has all worked out. Pretty scary stuff. My brother in law had something similar in his early 30s. Massive wake up call for him and he’s now in as good a shape as he has been his whole life.Yesterday was World Mental Health Day.
At 1pm Mrs G hits me up on WhatsApp that the MIL is vomitting and has a sore back. She organises an Uber to collect her and take her to her GP. She is on the way to the GP but the GP calls and say he’s calling an ambulance.
So we mobilise and the fam are all headed for RPA. My daughter was already at RPA that day, so good.
Tests, tests. She is having a slow heart attack. Huh ? Enzymes in her blood are markers, I hear as my daughter is being briefed by the cardiologist. This slow heart attack won’t stop and is possibly causing muscle damage. They have to intervene, but she might die on the table. I think they have to say that.
So they rushed her to surgery, found blockages, put in stents, drained her lungs of vomit, grease n oil change.
At 8pm MIL is sitting up in a ward, with good colour in her face eating a cheese sandwich and complaining. Back to normal then. Happy days.
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It's a miracle that we got my MIL to hospital at all <in heavy serbian accent> "bože satuvaiš, what would doctors know".
Glad to hear it has all worked out. Pretty scary stuff. My brother in law had something similar in his early 30s. Massive wake up call for him and he’s now in as good a shape as he has been his whole life.
Mid 70'sHow old is she?