I told The Boy yesterday he had to have a break from the computer/ipad/xbox combination that makes up his days. And his nights if he had his way. I wanted him to try and entertain himself with something else. I said he had to do something that didn't need a plug. For half an hour.
He looked at me like I'd just told him he was adopted. I gave him three hours notice. 2pm. With one hour to go I set the countdown timer to prepare him. I put the lego and drawing things in easy reach in his bedroom. 2pm.
At 2pm I switched everything off. The whole time he stared at me, like each flick of the switch was a blow to his heart. "There you go mate", I said, "half an hour. See if you can do something with no electricity for half an hour".
I walked out of his room, expecting an xbox controller to the back of the head at the very least. Nothing. Was my boy growing up at last?
I sat in the lounge and waited for random objects to come flying through the door. Nothing still. Brilliant. After ten minutes I thought I'd have a sneak to see how he was doing.
He'd gone to bed.
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.