The Boy still doesn't go to a school. We're getting closer, but not there yet. I am confident he will be in school full-time by the time he is 37 years old.
In the meantime I am still "teaching" him at home. I am so completely, utterly shit at this. Here's an example. Every day, for PE, we go "tree-climbing" in the park. The Boy tells everyone about our tree climbing lessons, and how good he is at it. This is what tree climbing actually entails:
We walk to the tree. It takes about six minutes. The same tree. Every day. The picture above is the actual tree. The Boy will then ask me to lift him into position:
And that's it. He will then tell me what a good climber he is, and what hard work it is climbing trees. He will sit there for twenty minutes watching ninja cat videos on youtube on my mobile phone while eating a Wagon Wheel.
And then he asks me to lift him down and we go home. PE done for another day.
Got to dash, I've got a Young's Fish Pie in the microwave. This Home Economics won't teach itself.
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.