My husband and I were cleaning the house before we had company for the holidays and he made a reference to the downstairs 'Dungeon". Boo's domain. Home of the gas-station bathroom. The forbidden place where I descend as seldom as possible.
Cleaning up that disaster is a somewhat Herculean task for Boo since it involves a certain level of organization that he simply does not possess. Therefore, I usually break it up into more manageable chunks for him.
- Bring your dirty clothes upstairs.
- Bring the trash upstairs.
- Clean up your books.
- Clean up the bathroom, etc.
At which point, Albert makes the comment, "Well, he just needs to learn to improvise."
Seriously. Improvise. Not really something we associate with kids on the spectrum, is it?
I just put down what I was doing, looked him in the eye, and said, "You haven't read a single one of the things I gave you about Asperger's, have you?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, dear. No reason at all."
*sigh*
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