Autism Lives Here: A Sunday ritual.
Pictures that give a glimpse into our life with autism. Pictures that may show how distinctly different our lives are from yours because of autism. Or pictures that may show how similar our lives are regardless of autism.
I was upstairs cleaning Brian’s bed when I realized his mattress looked sunken in. I pulled it aside to find this. Solid wood frame, snapped in half.
My husband and I laughed. He scratched his head and said, “How does this happen?”.
I’ll tell you how it happens. Brian has no idea how big he is. Developmentally he is obviously much younger in many ways and I think he thinks his body fits that. Sometimes he’ll stand on the couch and wait for me to walk by to jump into my arms. He often wants to be carried- he is more than half my weight now! He jumps into furniture rather than just sitting down or climbing into bed.
Not to mention he just needs to move and jump and crash to get his proprioceptive needs met. So this is what happens.
Thankfully my husband has an aptitude for working with wood and he patched it up. For now.