Dream Dark Stories

Tag: son

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty, June 28th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    He’s jealous. That is my son is, I’ve been talking about his brothers as of late, writing letters to both of them and I have the opportunity to see my son share emotions that I have seen very little of. Given his autism and just the personality of who my son is, it’s inspiring to see that so much more is going on inside of him than what others around us think.

    However there is a tinge of guilt, though I am excited for the opportunity to be able to introduce my son to his brothers eventually, as it is it’s just me and my little guy when his mom isn’t here, and I think he’s starting to want some friends.

    As a matter of fact he’s likely bored and wanting friends more than I know, but sadly, him being nonverbal having a loaded discussion about friends and wants isn’t something that comes with him.

    I hate it.

    I don’t think anyone understands what it’s like having a boy who can’t talk but is as adventurous and loving as he is. There are so many queues to pick up on with him, and half the time, it’s not definite. The amount of subjectivity that is left leaves us fretting and unknowing. Trust me, it’s not something I’d wish on a parent but it comes with its special gifts. Like extremely endearing loving moments where he’ll hold a hand, give a big hug or kiss. It’s moments like that, that has me watching him grow daily right next to him. It’s an honor.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    I thank you for the support and they continue coming back in again. Thank you, thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Eighty-Four, March 24th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    The story is being edited and I’m running it through my system to which I’ll then be dropping Stuck Pt. 2 later today hopefully by Monday morning but I’m doubting it. My son’s not feeling well, he’s barely eaten, and we’re pretty sure he has another loose tooth, which to be frank, the kid has a really hard time with the face, mostly around his mouth.

    So for those of you who have little kids and are fans of Supernatural, try not to watch the episode where the Dr Frankenstein kind of character is pulling eyeballs out of victims. Apparently, our son saw that episode, and for a good six months was traumatized that his eyes would get plucked if somebody was to touch his face in the wrong area.

    Which in honesty, I took as a rewarding insight, given that my kid has autism and we were told that he’d likely never be able to pick up on sarcastic cues and dramatic euphemisms, metaphors, dream talk, the superfluous addition to having a talk with people who know you, where you don’t need to be politically and completely appropriate with the way you speak. Well, we were told our son likely won’t pick up on those kind of cues, that the way he’ll be taught and learn won’t coincide with just standard and typical communication. So the understanding was it had to be difficult to wade through.

    Though the first three years of working through understanding how to work with his differences and the patience it called for, now him being eleven, it’s come to be a surprise, and every day a gift. There’s a genuine mindfulness I get to watch him grasp through his days. Moments where pure red sweeps over him, but then a breathe, a pause, hands up in the air about to wait down, and he sighs angrily throwing his arms down, stiffening but for a moment. And then a joyous scream and a hug.

    That’s another thing, the books, the conversation around the autism spectrum reflect an idea of solitude and being left alone. There are moments where he calls for a moment alone, playtime to himself for himself, the magnetic tiles to build alone, but most of the time he wants to cuddle, to hug, and follow closely. He’ll kiss his momma, big smooches but then when I ask for when give me the forehead or even a hand. I can’t help but laugh because the meaning is well.

    I’m grateful and I take the time to acknowledge this in being present and with that I’m off to spend some time with the little guy after losing another tooth, he’s a bit lethargic, wish us luck, be talking soon

    C’est la Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night readers, may rest come to you swiftly and peace blanket the worry.

    Nosce Te Ipsum