Maybe it’s just me, but I think sensory toys look a little too much like adult entertainment toys. If you know what I mean. And sometimes, your kid might find the spot where those things are hidden, a spot in the house you never dreamed he’d find, and play with the adult toys. Because they look like sensory toys. And sometimes he might take the massage oils and personal oils and such and, well, dump them on the carpet. Because nothing makes me happier than cleaning this dang carpet.
And maybe it’s just me, but some days when I’m home I do not feel guilty if I accomplish absolutely nothing. Because most of the time I’m with my kids I’m hyper vigilant and I don’t get much rest, which is why I am totally fine with goofing off and staying in my pjs all day.
Maybe it’s just me, but people just don’t seem to get it sometimes. They don’t understand why it takes weeks or months of planning to go away for seventy two hours and can’t understand why we can’t just go away when we need to and leave the kids with someone. Because, you know, leaving our kids with someone is so easy to do.
And maybe it’s just me, but I get sick of people telling me they are sorry or not knowing how to react when they find out my kid is severely autistic (among other things). I don’t tell them to get sympathy, I tell them because it might be better if they know before hand why he’s biting his hand, doing flips down the stairs and walking backwards all over the house. Or taking his clothes off and running outside. Or jumping on his trampoline nekkid. Or licking the shopping cart or floor. Or eating paper.
Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t see what the big deal is. Just our normal, everyday life. Whatever that means.