Remember A Hero’s (Inner) Journey: Atonement with the Son? That’s Boy there in the pictures, with me.
His autism and behavior disorders are still difficult to deal with at times, probably a bit more the latter elements. This is aside from him bringing head lice home, as most any young children do. Last Monday we took him back to his pediatrician, and Tuesday we started him on medication treatment.
This wasn’t without a LOT of careful consideration. I’ve had my own hellish journey with psych meds, and when Princess started hers, I was careful and somewhat reluctant about it. (She had a med break that was going to last a month, but she decided to resume after two weeks, after some trouble at school.) With Boy, though, we had multiple people begging for something– his schoolteacher and his Primary (Sunday School) teacher, for one. Even the specialist doc that did his formal evaluation for autism recommended he be treated, so we had all the paperwork as such sent in.
But what hurts me most right now is my sister-in-law refuses to come to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow because of him. She tried to backtrack– my MIL said her reason yesterday was “too many people”. Now, she is a little reclusive, and won’t live on her own, but I can smell bullshit a mile away. She can’t handle Boy.
I guess I’d feel differently if she was in her own place, but she’s not. At the funeral, she said she was still at home because Cimmy’s parents are “getting old”.
EDIT Nov. 28th: I talked to my FIL and I think in retrospect, I was rather harsh. Cimmy suspects her little sister is agoraphobic, and it seems to have gotten worse in recent years. Bill himself said he empathized as he has some difficulties in large crowds– like the state fair, and he’s submitted photography for many years.
I hope it’s understand that I am concerned, and that I enjoy her company. When I’m not upset, I usually try to keep a “hands-off” approach, and I think that’s why we’ve generally enjoyed a rather warm relationship– that I try not to be pushy, and I hold back a lot more than Cimmy usually does. I miss my sister-in-law and wished she could have been here– especially as the dinner was great. (You’ll see photographic proof in a bit!)