Friday, June 11, 2010

Kickin it Old Skool

When we went away last weekend, I anticipated the change in routine would throw Ryan off a bit for a couple of days.  I predicted the usual forms of regression - loss of useful language, potty accidents, the occasional tantrum.

I did not expect the return of behaviors we haven't seen in months.

Don't get me wrong - there have also been plenty of the expected regressions.  I'm talking about additional stuff, above and beyond the call of duty.  Ryan's putting in some overtime.

Like, when hanging up the hand towel in the bathroom, Ryan has reverted to only allowing one inch of towel to remain visible.  Alternately, he will hang the towel so all but one inch sticks out.  He had stopped doing both of these things months ago.

We also had a solid month or so without Ryan's insisting on stimming on his fork during meals.  Now, the fork is once again waving in front of - and way too close to - his eyes (and mine).

He has started asking to watch tv shows he hasn't watched since winter.

And after we turned off the light at bedtime tonight, Ryan lay in bed laughing maniacally to himself.  He used to do that a lot, but he hadn't done it in maybe a year.

I wish I could walk around inside his head and see how revisiting these behaviors is helping him re-acclimate to being home.

3 comments:

  1. I wish I could walk inside yours and see the grand and fantastic colors that all that love and observation and patience (and probably frustration, too) must be.

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  2. This entire blog is depressing. Ryan needs to be in a home for the mentally challenged so that he can learn from professionals that know how to get things through to him. With proper medication and professional help, maybe the fits would be less numerous. Mom and dad mean well, but need help for Ryan and themselves.

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  3. Dear Anonymous: Ryan is working with a team of therapists and teachers five days a week. None of these professionals has ever suggested medication - they praise the progress he has made in his sessions. And he's four years old. Clearly you do not understand the difference between having PDD and being "mentally challenged." This blog seeks to reveal to the general public what daily life with a kid with PDD feels like. Sometimes it's rough. Sometimes it's awesome.

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Keep it civil, people.