Hello dear reader, I'm sorry it's been quiet for a week. The Dad has had a cold/stomach bug thing which is the worse thing anyone has ever had in the entire history of all mankind and although it was touch and go on Wednesday, today he is confident he might just pull through.
The Boy has been unwell too. Obviously he has had a much milder form of whatever bug we'd caught. He will have to wait until he is a full-blown male before he has really learnt to milk the situation for all it's worth. He's feeling much better today though, but there's one thing this week has highlighted for both of us... The Boy can't blow his nose.
I thought he could - he's always made out like he's blowing his nose in the past. Admittedly, it isn't something he's done particularly regularly, much preferring a wipe with the arm of the school jumper, but he at least knows to put the tissue over his nose and blow. However, I'd never noticed before... he doesn't blow. He just makes the noise with his mouth. And I've never noticed because the tissue is covering it. Only this time he really wanted to clear his nose as it was irritating him. And he couldn't understand why it wasn't working.
Now my teaching capabilities have been covered elsewhere in this blog. I'm not the most patient person in the world. We've had lessons over the years in some topics that I thought The Boy would eventually just pick up, but I've since realised had to be learnt and mastered. We've had the knife-and-fork lesson using play-doh sausages and peas (success!); the cleaning-yourself-after-the-toilet lesson (a definite work in progress); the putting-on-socks lesson (a resounding fail). I've dreamt that one day we will get to the shoelace lesson. And being the Joint Managing Director of a Computer Shop means one day he may well have to learn how to fasten a tie too. But the hardest lesson I've ever had to teach is how to blow your nose.
I'm sure somewhere there are guides for this kind of thing. But I failed. I tried to cover up one nostril at a time for him, but I was accused of smashing him in the face. I suggested he close his mouth tightly shut but I was accused of suffocating him. But the most frustrating bit was that after each attempt we had to use a clean tissue because "that's what you do after you've blown your nose". We went through a roll and a half of loo paper and hadn't succeeded in blowing our nose once.
So, I still haven't taught him. And The Boy was getting more and more frustrated. I was unsure how we'd made it to eleven years of age without it being an issue before. Then suddenly it dawned on me... every other time The Boy has had a cold it's been Winter. But in the warmer weather he's been wearing t-shirts. Today I put him in a long sleeved top. Success. He can once again empty his nose on his sleeve to his heart's content.
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.