What had started out as a smooth morning turned into a difficult afternoon. The lil man took his nap and woke up a bit earlier than usual – napping as he did before being sick. He drank his juice and ate a little bit of his lunch. He seemed just fine. Then therapy began.
The lil man was doing one or more of the following during the session a. being in his own world b. wiggling in and out of the chair c. turning his back on his interventionist d. hardly interacting / avoiding eye contact as much as possible e. repeatedly signing “All done” seconds into a task. His interventionist thought we should have more breaks to see if that would help, and even tried a walk around the block. I had been so surprised the prior week that my son was so willing to hold hands while walking. However, that would not be the case this time. He fought holding hands, being directed, even walking (by squatting on the ground). His session marred my mood and I remained depressed by the time my husband got home from work.
Luckily, I was able to have my nightly bath, which helps me recoup. When I got out of the bath, the lil man was in hyper-active mode. Jumping all around, flailing his arms — almost repeatedly hitting himself in the face while doing so. This lasted through many book readings, playing with blocks, bath time. It was exhausting and even more depressing than the therapy session.
I am nervous about today’s session. Each moment is so unpredictable!
Spinning Wheels 