Routines

A routine I didn't mention at the early stages of my son when he was still a toddler. Before we left anywhere, he would have to jump over the seats in our vehicles, turn on the dome lights and honk the horn.

No matter what we would do, he just had to do these quirky things or he would go wild. This is before we knew he was autistic. We really didn't know what autism was at that time. We knew there was something wrong. One routine after another. After one routine starts and goes on for a while, it ends and a new one starts.

Trying to buckle him into his car seat was virtually impossible. He would kick and scream. He would have to turn on the dome lights, honk the horn and then he would be as calm as can be and get buckled in to go. We knew we didn't want him to do this all the time. When it's time to go, it's time to go now. I don't want to have to deal with fighting with my son when we want to go somewhere.

Every time though, we would have to cave in after a few minutes and make him happy just to go anywhere. Every routine had complete control over us. Until he flipped a switch, spun a wheel, honked the horn, lined toys up, etc...we let him do it just so he wouldn't throw a tantrum.

When he would tantrum they would last from 45 minutes to an hour. That was enough to bring us as parents to our knees. Screaming, kicking and crying. What were we doing wrong? I just wanted our child to be happy. If he could only talk to tell us what was wrong.

Every day is a new adventure. There are good days and they are very well appreciated. When there are bad days it is like hell on earth where anything we try to do is wrong and nothing makes him happy. I figured out though that when he is over-tired, that is when he is at his worst. That is when nothing is right and all he needs to do is nap. After a nap he is all better. Getting him to lay down for the nap or bed time is the real challenge.