I posted this little piece on my Facebook page this morning, and decided…..in keeping with this blog title of He Said WHAT?!…..that I should post it here as well. Enjoy! And welcome to my world, daily my world, thanks to Aaron! 🙂
Aaron could have slept in today, but NOOOO…..he was up before the light of dawn! He’s raring to go to his yearly meeting at Carlos O’Kelly’s. A lunch meeting, which is hours away. Sigh. He just came bounding in the kitchen.
Aaron: MOM!! People kiss on Star Trek!
Me: OK. (I figured that was a safe response)
Aaron: Is it OK to kiss?
Me: It depends on who you kiss. (Now I’m worried).
Aaron: So who can you kiss?
Me: (I almost said, “Lots of people,” but my coffee kicked in and I thought better of it). You can kiss your husband or your wife.
Aaron: Well, on Star Trek a woman came from another planet and she kissed Captain James T. Kirk!!
Me: OK. (Another safe response, I hope) (Although I could have told him that he could kiss someone from another planet. That’s pretty safe.)
Aaron: When they kissed, I said, “SEXY!!” (No surprise. He says, “SEXY!!” when Pat Sajak hugs a contestant on Wheel of Fortune!)
Me: (No response) (Hoping he will go take his shower)
Aaron: Is it OK to say, “SEXY?!”
Me: (searching for wisdom) Yes, it’s OK to say sexy, but you don’t need to go around saying it to everybody.
Aaron: Well, the next time you and Dad kiss, I’m saying, “SEXY!!”
Me: That’s fine. (Please let this be the end!)
Aaron: SEXY!! (Finally walking away!)
I guess I should inform Gary that we will now have our own cheering section when we kiss.
When writing about life with Aaron, I have often mentioned how he rubs his hands together. He does this when he is excited, happy, nervous, or when deep in thought as he concentrates on a particular something that captivates him or requires him to focus. When he is excited or happy or nervous……and even when he’s angry……his hand rubbing is usually very fast. I wouldn’t be surprised someday to see smoke rising from his blazing hands! But when he is deep in thought or totally focused on something, his hand rubbing is slow and calm. It’s then that one can really see the intricate movement he makes with his fingers. The whole process is very fascinating.
While in Houston recently visiting Andrea, she and I were able to watch Aaron as he listened to some of his favorite music. He was totally engrossed in listening to Celtic Thunder, matching each song with the title on the back of the CD. His head was lowered and there he was, his hands slowing rubbing together and his fingers doing their rhythmic motion……over and over and over. I quietly picked up my phone and was able to video him without interrupting this magical moment. You can watch the video at the link below. Just scroll down the page to the second video.
And now I can write about his doctor visit last November……a visit that involves his unique hand rubbing, done in “slo mo.” You can better visualize what happened that day. I just hope that I can also convey how hilarious that whole experience was.
Last year here in Wichita, oak mites were prolific. These are beastly little creatures…….barely visible……that drop from oak trees and then are carried by the wind to every corner of one’s yard. They leave nasty little bites that resemble mosquito bites, and itch like crazy.
One day Aaron had been outside and soon enough he had several itching welts break out on his skin. We explained oak mites to him, all of which he found fairly fascinating. It wasn’t long, though, before he had scratched one bite on his leg to the point that it was raw and bleeding. Fearing infection, I put some antibiotic cream on it, slapped on a round Band Aid…….and being the good mother that I am, promptly forgot about it.
In my defense, it was the time of year for cooler weather so Aaron was wearing long pants during the day and long pajama pants at night. I couldn’t see his leg. Out of sight, out of mind.
There. I am absolved of any guilt.
Why the guilt, you ask? Or not. Anyway, one evening it was warmer and so Aaron decided to wear his pajama shorts. We were watching Wheel of Fortune when I looked over and noticed a bright red spot on Aaron’s leg. The bright red spot turned out to be a perfect ring around his perfect round Band Aid……the Band Aid that had been on his leg for – oh – maybe two weeks?
“Oh my goodness, Aaron!” I blurted out. “I totally forgot about your oak mite bite and your Band Aid!!”
I jumped up from the couch, took his Band Aid off, and stood there staring at a perfect round red splotchy ring around the original bite. My first thought was that maybe Aaron had really been bitten by a tick and now had LYME DISEASE!!!
My second thought was to wonder how on earth Aaron still had that old Band Aid on his leg if he was taking proper showers??!!
The first thought I kept to myself.
The second thought I all too gladly shared with Aaron.
“Aaron, if you were taking showers like you’re supposed to, you would NOT still have that Band Aid on your leg!!” I informed him.
“I have SO showered, Mom!!” he loudly asserted.
“Well, if you were showering correctly that Band Aid would have fallen off!” I continued.
“But I DID shower, MOM!!” he also continued.
I knew that his showering skills, or lack thereof, were not the main concern at this point but it seemed the perfect moment to drive home that point.
It didn’t work, by the way, but I must always try.
The next morning found us at McConnell Air Base, where Aaron’s primary care doctor walked in the exam room to check out Aaron’s leg. I knew that we needed to rule out a tick bite and Lyme Disease, if possible, and maybe get an antibiotic.
Dr. Broberg walked in and greeted Aaron, which always makes Aaron feel very important. Dr. Broberg is a civilian doctor, so he doesn’t move away. He’s been Aaron’s doctor for a long time now and knows Aaron well.
“So what’s going on with your leg?” Dr. Broberg asked.
I started to answer, but Aaron was having none of that.
“Mom!!” he firmly said. “I’ll tell him!”
So I hushed, sat back, and got ready to enjoy the moment.
Aaron knew he had Dr. Broberg’s full attention, so he sat up straight and began his story. And as he began talking, he also began rubbing his hands together……ever so slowly……over and over and over…..his fingers in perfect motion between the movement of his hands.
Dr. Broberg glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
Aaron began his rendition of his condition.
“Mom and I were outside taking a walk,” he began. He paused as he rubbed his hands together.
“And……and…..while we were outside taking a walk…..” Another pause. His hand rubbing was nearly hypnotic.
“I got…..I got….an oak bite!!” Long pause for effect, while Dr. Broberg’s slight smile had now turned into lip twitching as he struggled not to laugh.
“And…..and……I SHOWERED!!!!” Aaron said with great emphasis as his eyes left Dr. Broberg in order to glower at his offending mom who dared accuse him of NOT showering!!!
It was just too much. I lowered my head and laughed, while Dr. Broberg was now in a full grin.
Aaron composed himself and continued his drawn out story, never wavering from telling every single detail of his OAK BITE.
Never once did he say oak MITE bite.
Dr. Broberg determined that Aaron probably had a fungus that grew around the Band Aid that had been on for such a long time. It really had nothing to do with Aaron’s oak bite. Yes, I said oak bite…..for from that time forward his bite has been classified as an oak bite.
Besides, it was fun to see the looks on people’s faces as Aaron told them all about his oak bite. And then showed them the oak bite, complete with fungus ring.
Delightful. Totally delightful.
Some special cream did the trick and before long the round ring rash was gone.
But not gone are my memories of yet another hilarious doctor visit with Aaron…..Aaron of oak bite fame!
I took Aaron to his yearly eye exam today. God bless Aaron’s eye doctor. Next week I’ll be saying, “God bless Aaron’s dental hygienist,” but today all blessings go his eye doctor and to the staff. Oh, Aaron isn’t mean. He just has a very difficult time understanding what the doctor needs from him…..how to express what he is seeing or not seeing clearly…..opening his eyes wide…..not leaning back from every instrument that comes toward his eyes…..things like that. There was one very funny interchange, though, during the exam. You know how the doctor wants you to tell which lens helps you to see the letters on the wall the clearest.
Dr. Nelson: Aaron, is number one better? Or number two?
Aaron: Number one.
Dr. Nelson: OK. Now which is better? Number three, or number four?
Aaron: Number one.
Dr. Nelson: Let’s try again. Number three, or number four?
Aaron: The first one.
Dr. Nelson: You mean number three….here…..or number four…..here.
Aaron: Number one.
Dr. Nelson: Let’s try these. Number five, or number six.
Aaron: The first one.
Dr. Nelson: Let’s try number seven…..
Aaron: Number one.
Dr. Nelson: OK, let’s not do numbers anymore. Is this one better, or this one better?
Aaron: Number one.
HaHaHaHa!!!!!! How I wanted to belly laugh!! I do believe that number one was the winner, don’t you??!!
Doctor Visit, Take Two
Today Aaron had an appointment with his Epileptologist. I call it Doctor Visit, Take Two.
Aaron was very drowsy after taking his morning meds. In fact, so drowsy that I told him as we entered the exam room to just sit in the chair, not up on the exam table. But NOOOO, Aaron thinks that one MUST sit on the exam table when in the exam room. Silly Mom.
The nurse had come in the room and had begun asking me questions about Aaron’s meds and dosages. Aaron, in the meantime, stood facing the exam table.
Nurse: So Aaron is on ——-?
Me: Yes. Aaron, do not climb on the table. Turn and SIT on it.
Nurse: And what is his dosage of ——-?
Me: 200 mg. in the morning and 200 mg. at night. Aaron, why are you climbing on the table? Turn and SIT on it.
But it was too late. Aaron was now on the exam table on all fours, his rear end where his face should be, with nowhere to go on that small, narrow table. More like a dog at the vet.
Nurse: (Unaffected) And is he taking ——-?
Me: Yes. Aaron, be careful! What are you doing?!
Aaron was now slowly turning around, still on all fours, and crumpling the paper that covered the table.
Nurse: Aaron is also taking ——-?
Me: Yes. 1,000 mg. in the morning and 2,000 mg. at night. Aaron, for crying out loud, would you please just sit down the right way?!
Nurse: (Still unaffected) So he’s still taking ——-?
Me: Yes, 1 mg. at night.
Aaron was now sideways on the table, shoes kicked off, mission almost accomplished. And I was laughing, really laughing, at this whole scene……which Aaron thought was pretty cool, because at least silly mom wasn’t upset in a mad way. So Aaron then got fully turned around so now his face was finally where his rear had been, and he decided to sit Indian style on the exam table.
Nurse: Any anxiety?
Me: Aaron or ME???!!!
Nurse finally smiled as she left the room.
WAIT!! No exam??!!
In the grand scheme of things, this day of mine was really not a big deal.However, I don’t really give a flip about grand schemes when it’s so often the little things…..and some not so little……that make one want to go somewhere far away and very quiet.A place where there are no pooping dogs, and where 32 year old sons can go into the public restroom and not be heard from the hall as they laugh and whoop very loudly.
My day began at 3:45 A! M!Our elderly Great Dane, Jackson, sleeps in our bedroom with me and Gary.Not with us as in the bed with us.NO, NO, NO!!But he sleeps on a bed at the foot of our bed, on the floor, where big Great Danes belong.He’s been getting me out of bed quite often lately, needing to go outside to potty, and usually it happens at about the awful hour that I awakened this morning.But it wasn’t Jackson that woke me up.It was an odor.A very unhappy odor.Not wanting to awaken Gary, and assuming that Jackson had left me his usual large gift of a turd or two on his bed, I got out of bed and didn’t turn on the light.
Both of my feet soon landed in soft, gooey poop.So there I was, in the dark, trying to walk on the sides of my feet to the bathroom where there was a LIGHT SWITCH that would help me to see what I already knew was there.I nearly fell backwards as I tried to wobble forward, and wondered how I would explain all of this to the ER doctors as I lay on the gurney covered in poop with bones poking out of my poor broken body.
I know that’s dramatic.I was actually very composed…….probably in a state of near shock as I first cleaned my feet with a Clorox wipe, and then tackled the carpet.Jackson lay on his blanket, separate from his bed.Yes, he has a bed with a comforter on it and his favorite blanket.And then he has yet ANOTHER blanket on the floor beside Gary.He’s spoiled.He watched me with a bored expression.I glared at him but didn’t speak.Then I made him get up and go outside to potty anyway, and I left him downstairs.
I never went back to sleep.Our diffuser helped dispel the odor, but my body and brain were revved up!
I guess Aaron was revved up this morning, too, because at 6:30 he came into the bedroom where I have my quiet time and he just quietly stood there……staring……at me.
I turned and stared back.
“Mom,” he said with no emotion.“I woke up.”
I was still in a poopy frame of mind.“No joke,” I replied.But the sarcasm was totally wasted on Aaron, who doesn’t get sarcasm.And I, having had enough of waste, just turned and continued with my reading.He must have thought I was hopeless, because he went back to his room and shut his door.
Today Aaron had a doctor appointment at the air base.It was time for his physical, as well as his post-hospital visit with his primary care doctor there.I was so prepared the night before……clothes picked out, and all of his paperwork filled out and put in a nice folder on my desk.I was good to go!Until it came time to actually go.I don’t know what happens in the last five minutes before we leave.I mean, does Aaron plan to go barefoot?!Why are his shoes and socks not on when I told him what time we were leaving?Then I had to quickly clean his glasses, grab my earrings, don’t forget my phone, turn off the radio, answer his multiple questions about where we would eat lunch today……and LET JACKSON OUT TO POTTY!!!!!
We were about two miles from the house before I realized that I had forgotten the carefully prepared folder with all of Aaron’s physical paperwork that I MUST have.So I did a quick turnaround, went back to the house, up the stairs as fast as I could, and off we went again. Aaron put his seat back and slept. We hit every single red light on the way, I do believe, but made it just before our appointment time.Why does Aaron walk SO slow?! And so much for getting there 15 minutes early.I was very thankful that it wasn’t mentioned by the receptionist.
Aaron went to the restroom then, and as I stood at the check-in counter quite a distance from the bathroom, I heard the unmistakable sound of Aaron’s laugh……and his excited whooping yell……and several booming claps.Not of thunder, either.It was Aaron clapping for some reason known only to him.I stood outside the bathroom door at that point, and when the door opened Aaron got the “evil eye” for sure from me!He was unaffected, of course, and just followed me up the hall where we waited for our name to be called.
And where he almost……almost……got off another loud clap.But I intercepted it, and hissed out a stern warning to him about NOT clapping!!And NOT making such noises in the public restroom!!
“You’re a grouch today,” was Aaron’s response.
“No joke,” I wanted to say but didn’t.Why waste my breath.
There’s that word again!!!
Aaron’s name was called at last, so we followed the medic into the hallway.Aaron knows the routine, so he stopped at the scales…..took off his shoes…..and was weighed.Then to the exam room, where he sat Indian style on the exam table but soon was stretched out comfortably after his vitals were taken.No sense wasting a good place to lay down!
Did I really say wasting?
It was then that I noticed the large coffee stain on his shorts…..and another stain…..and some spots on his shirt.So much for trying to be nice and clean to see the doctor!Exam done, papers filled out, TB test read, and assurances made that he did not have to pee in a cup again today – and we were done!!
Put a little gas in the van, make our way through multiple construction zones, back to our side of town, and finally we were at Aaron’s favorite place – Carlos O’Kelly’s!We sat down in our booth and our server was there.And immediately Aaron said…..loudly, of course – “Can I have a regular salad?!”It happens every time, and every time we tell Aaron to wait until we actually order food to order his salad, but he just MUST be sure that the server knows that if all else fails……if there is no other food…..no water…..if the table collapses……if the walls crumble…..CAN I HAVE A REGULAR SALAD??!!
We finished our grand day at Wal-Mart, which is the grandest of the grand in Aaron’s book.He went to the electronics, of course, where he saw more movies that he wants and a computer mouse and headphones……
And in our cart were other things he saw and knew he could have…..CheezIts…..flavored water……and some beef jerky for Dad!All picked out by Aaron, who was very happy.
And very tired.He told me that he would sit on the bench and wait for me, but I saw this sight as I left the register after paying.
He surely doesn’t mind being comfortable wherever he may be.Doesn’t faze him one bit to lay down in front of everybody at Wal-Mart, or make noises in the bathroom, or talk loudly for all to hear, or any number of other things that sometimes makes Mom grumpy on a bad day.
But Aaron isn’t trying to make me have a bad day.He’s just being Aaron.
Kind of like Jackson was just being Jackson, doing what a dog needs to do when a dog needs to do it.I may as well not waste my breath fussing about any of it.
Yesterday I took Aaron to Great Clips.I have so many stories that have come out of our Great Clips “haircut/beard trim/anything else on the face that can be buzzed” visits.So there we were, with me telling Aaron to not barge in the door without me, but he did anyway, as always.He marched up to the counter and then just stood there staring down at the tempting Dum Dum Sucker bouquet in a bowl that sat there.I told the stylist that we had checked in online, she said we were next, and I told Aaron to follow me and to not get a Dum Dum until we were done done.
I didn’t really say done done but I thought it sounded cute.😊
Aaron would have thought I was weird.
So we sat down to wait for a minute.I told Aaron to hand me his glasses, and his watch.He, for some reason known only to him, also removes his watch when it’s time for his haircut.I have gotten many a smile from people as they watch Aaron remove his glasses and then his watch.I’ve also told many people to be thankful that this is ALL that Aaron removes!
Anyway, I told Aaron to hand me his glasses and his watch so that he could be all ready when the girl finished sweeping up the hair on the floor.Aaron was watching the hair sweeping with great concentration.
“Hand me your glasses,” I repeated.But Aaron softly said no as he shook his head and continued to focus on the girl and the broom.
I waited a few seconds.
“OK, hand me your glasses,” I said again.
But again Aaron said no as he intently watched the stylist finish her sweeping.
I decided to test it one more time, knowing full well what Aaron was doing.And one more time, he would not remove his glasses.
“All right, Aaron, I’m ready,” the girl said.
And as if a spell was broken, Aaron came to attention.He took off his glasses, handing them to me, and then off came his watch.
You see, Aaron wouldn’t remove his glasses until his name was called.It’s the same reason he won’t eat ice cream when watching television unless the show is on.He will NOT eat ice cream during commercials because commercials are NOT part of the show, and he wants to eat ice cream during the show.
Well, we better get it because Aaron is NOT going to change.These are just two very small examples of how Aaron does things Aaron’s way.I looked at his glasses and his watch laying in the chair beside me, and I thought of the example they were of Aaron’s world, lived Aaron’s way.
Sometimes Aaron’s ways are funny. Like walking into Subway today after I picked him up from his day group, and reminding him again to stay with me and to enter quietly.
Who am I kidding?
And the staring man sitting there did not sit well with me, by the way.Good grief!Aaron’s not an alien, much as he would love to be!
But I didn’t have time to dwell on rude staring men because Aaron was at the counter and he was not ordering a sandwich.He was telling the nice girl about his upcoming day tomorrow at his day group.
“Guess what movie Paradigm is going to see tomorrow?” he asked this perfect stranger, as if he had known her forever.She smiled but was a little taken aback.Aaron has that effect.He offers no “hello,”……no “how are you?”……..no introduction of any kind.He just launches into whatever is on his mind at the moment.
And he rubs his hands together while he talks, at differing speeds depending on his depth of excitement at what he is telling.This time his hands were probably at a slow to medium pace.Kind of mesmerizing, actually.
Aaron didn’t pay attention to me trying to distract him……trying to get him to just place his order instead of telling this stranger all about his coming day.
“What movie?” she asked with a welcome smile.She was getting it.
“We’re going to go see THE MUMMY!!!!!” Aaron exclaimed, his hands now at a moderately fast pace.“Have you heard of that movie??!!”
Somehow we ordered a club on Italian with extra cheese in between mummy comments.All was done, I had paid, and was sure that we were free to leave.A young man who worked there had just wheeled out a large display of chips that needed to be placed just past where we were standing, so I was urging Aaron to follow me.
Oh, but Aaron had one more thing to say.
“I love Natalie!!” he blurted out, “and I want to marry her but my Mom says I CAN’T marry her!!!”
I would have hummed the theme song to Days of Our Lives if I knew it.This day of my life had just turned more interesting than it already was.
I didn’t dare look at the rude staring man.
Aaron’s hands were now at a furious pace……a smoking pace.
The girl just smiled, a very large smile.
The boy whose head was poking out from behind the chips display was deciding whether his smile was OK, so I smiled back to assure him that it was.What else is one to do?
I told Aaron that it REALLY was time to go.I always wonder what people who experience Aaron like this tell their families or friends when they go home.
Aaron has been a huge mixture lately of ups and downs as he adjusts to a medicine increase, and whatever else is going on in that brain of his.I’ve been pretty exhausted with it……very frustrated at how he’s been treating us and treating others, especially our friend who visited from Arizona……just plain tired and weary.
But there are times of laughter, too, and times when Aaron’s way of doing life is just downright hilarious if you can only step back beyond embarrassment and enjoy it.
Easier said than done some days, but Aaron’s not going to wait on us to figure it out.He’s already burst through that next door and found someone else to talk to!
Aaron took a spill last week in his desk chair. We had been out all day to a doctor appointment, lunch, and a movie. When we got home, I offered to fix him some apples and peanut butter. I put his snack on the bookshelf right beside his desk, where I put his cups of coffee in the morning.
I was all the way downstairs later when Aaron came in the room and told me that he had fallen.
“On the stairs?!” I asked.
“No,” he blandly answered. “In my room. I was reaching for my apples and peanut butter, and my desk chair fell.”
“Your whole desk chair fell over?” I asked. “I didn’t hear that at all.”
“Well,” he continued, “you shouldn’t have put my apples and peanut butter on my shelf.”
“Why not?” I questioned. “That’s where I always put your snacks.”
“Because,” he explained, “I had to reach for them and that’s why my chair fell.”
Why is it always Mom’s fault?!
So anyway, I asked him if he was all right and he said that he was.
I asked if he hit his head and he said that he didn’t.
There was no sign of anything wrong, so I didn’t worry.
That night, Aaron talked again about falling……and again mentioned the apples and peanut butter being on the shelf, where he had to reach out to get them.
The week went by, with Aaron occasionally talking about his fall…..always with those apples and peanut butter thrown in, of course.
A few mornings later, he told me that his upper arm hurt. He and I figured it was how he had slept because sometimes he wakes up stiff and sore in an elbow or shoulder. He didn’t act like it was a big deal and I didn’t make it one.
All this time, Aaron was wearing long sleeved shirts both during the day and at night to bed. He wore long pants as well. I never saw his arm until Sunday afternoon, five days after his desk chair fell. Fell with him in it, because Mom had put his apples and peanut butter on his shelf……
Let’s not forget that little fact. We won’t. Not with Aaron around to press the issue.
So it was Sunday afternoon, and Aaron was taking a nap. We were having a very hot day. Aaron was wearing a short sleeve shirt. And when I went in his room to wake him up from his nap, his arms were both raised over his head……and then I saw it.
Oh, my goodness!
He had awful bruising on the underside of his arm, from his upper arm to nearly his wrist. Not only bruising, but also lots of swelling. I was so shocked!
“Aaron! What happened to your arm?!” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “What’s wrong?”
I told him about the bruising and the swelling, but he couldn’t think of anything that had happened. I asked more questions, and finally I remembered his fall in the desk chair. That was it! The chair had fallen to the right and the bruising was on his right arm……and on his right leg, we saw later, though not as severe as his arm.
Why on earth did Aaron not notice this?! Is it because he’s color blind…..or that he doesn’t look at the underside of his arm…….or that he’s doing a less than stellar job in the shower? It must have hurt, and I’m sure that’s what Aaron felt the morning he told me his arm hurt. But still, how does one not notice such bad bruising?
I was feeling like the worst Mom! You know, the kind who doesn’t check more thoroughly for injuries. The kind who didn’t further explore the sore arm that morning. The kind that puts apples and peanut butter on the shelf where Aaron had to reach for them.
I decided to take Aaron to the doctor on Monday, yesterday, just to rule out a fracture. We didn’t think Aaron acted like he had a fracture, but we needed to be absolutely sure.
He told the nurse about his fall. “Because I was reaching for my apples and peanut butter that Mom put on the shelf,” he made sure to say.
He didn’t see me roll my eyes. I hope the nurse didn’t, either.
And he told his doctor, who gets a kick out of Aaron, about the desk chair falling. “Because I was reaching for my apples and peanut butter that Mom put on the shelf,” he said AGAIN.
Aaron had X-Rays taken to rule out a fracture. He handled that well, as he does most medical procedures, enjoying the attention and all the cool new things that were there to see and hear.
He showed everybody his arm, like the man who checked us in at the front desk and the lady who checked us in to X-Ray and the X-Ray tech and our neighbor and our friend that we delivered something to later……
Of course, he didn’t want to go to his day group today because of his bruised arm. But I reminded him that he had gone all last week with a bruised arm, so he finally quit trying and he went on to Paradigm. He rolled the window down quickly when he saw Antoine, his staff, as we pulled up.
“Hey, Antoine, look!!” he yelled. Aaron popped up that arm as fast as he could and enjoyed Antoine’s reaction. Then he chased Antoine around the parking lot as I pulled away. So much for his very sore arm, right?
I learned today that there is not a fracture. Thankfully, Aaron’s arm should be fine. Soon there will be something new for Aaron to show off and tell about. There always is, but hopefully the next thing won’t involve an injury like his cut foot at Thanksgiving that he showed off and now his bruised arm.
And if there is one, let’s all hope it’s not someplace like his stomach or some other body part that no one needs to see!
And that it does NOT involve apples and peanut butter THAT MOM PUT ON THE SHELF!!!
Sharing stories about Aaron is a good way to have insight into how Asperger’s Syndrome affects not only him, but all those who live and work with Aaron. A key to surviving life with Aaron is to understand what makes him tick. Then you can better function yourself, and not live in constant frustration or bewilderment. Training and directing him is also accomplished with better results when you can get inside his head and realize just how and when to redirect, or when to wait it out.
But then there are those times when you have no idea what is going on inside that head of Aaron’s until it’s out there for all the world to see and hear.
That scenario happens often with Aaron and us.
We moved to Wichita (Goddard), Kansas in 1999 when Gary retired from the military and accepted a job here. A couple years later we enrolled Aaron in a school here that offers training to high functioning special needs students. This training prepares them, hopefully, for the job market upon graduation. There were many great aspects of this school and its program, but it never was a good fit for Aaron.
I’ll never forget the open house and parent night during Aaron’s first year. The students were to accompany their parents into each of their classrooms and introduce us to their teachers. The students were treated as adults and so were to address each teacher by their first name. The evening was going very well and Aaron was doing a great job. It was nice to meet each teacher and to see his new environment that he was to be a part of now.
The evening was winding down and we had one more teacher to meet. As we stood in the hallway, waiting for the family ahead of us to come out of the room, Aaron was beside himself with excitement. When he’s excited he bends over and rubs his hands together, over and over. He hadn’t acted this way with any of the other teachers and so we were perplexed at this behavior. We tried to get him to calm down but to no avail.
Finally, the room was empty and we walked inside. There stood his teacher, with a very pronounced spiked haircut.Remember how Aaron is attracted to the unusual?Well, Aaron thought that her hair was just that……very unusual.Of course, Aaron had not shared anything with us about her hair.If he had, then perhaps we could have averted what happened next.
Aaron quickly walked over to her, rubbing his hands together, and said, “Mom and Dad, this is Cindy (name changed). She looks like a hedgehog, doesn’t she?!”
Oh. My. Goodness. Time stood still. We were horrified. Aaron was delighted. Cindy was unhappy.
I’m surprised that I’m still living, as many times as Aaron has caused my heart to nearly stop.
Her reaction told us that things would not be easy for Aaron in this school. I’ll just say that it was a very long two years.