Some of you might remember the horrendous occasion at the swimming pool a few weeks ago when poor M had the mother of all meltdowns.
Anyway, as swimming lessons were re-starting this week at school, and the pool the meltdown occurred in is the pool the children learn in, I thought I would take a trip over and see what, if anything, they could do.
The young lad at the reception desk looked familiar but I wasn’t entirely sure if he had been on duty “that” day. I explained that we appear to have worked out that M’s main issue with showers is the temperature and that as the council won’t turn the thermostat down enough (and to be fair “enough” would probably result in blue skin for 95% of people) we had a bit of a problem. I said I had been told there was a single shower somewhere in the building with a controllable thermostat and was this true?
He looked a bit stunned and then said there was a disabled changing room with shower attached to the pool area.
And so there is! I checked out the shower and it turns down to cool, very cool, and there is lots of room for M and her support assistant, and wow. The young man made a note of M’s details so whoever was on duty would know she had a valid reason for using this room, and then said “Wish we’d have thought of this the other day”. Hmmm. yes well me too but hindsight is a wonderful thing. Better late than never etc etc.
When picking M up after school I made sure to let both her teacher and support assistant know the score, and that if the water felt cold enough to be really not very nice then it would be about perfect for M.
And now comes the weird bit. Wee Man needed a shower – he had been running about all day and was a bit sweaty and yukky. So, he jumped in our brand new shower. M asked for a shower. Yes, you read that right, my shower-phobic girl asked for one. Obviously I got her in that bath quick as lightning. I have worked out that if I keep the shower head really near to her skin it doesn’t irritate her so much. The pitter patter of it held further away sets her teeth on edge and she says it “tickles” but I can see from her expression it’s not a pleasant sensation.
Then she had her shower after swimming the next day.
Then she had a proper shower after school with shampoo etc.
Then tonight, and bear in mind the first shower was Monday afternoon and this was now Wednesday evening, she requested another shower.
What the heck has happened to my girl? Four showers in 48 hours? My head spins just thinking about it. It has been quite warm and I wonder if a shower makes her feel better than a bath afterwards – baths make me feel unnaturally warm and seeing as M is always warm it might be that the rewards outweigh the discomfort of the water trickling over her body.
Guess who will be ringing all the local swimming pools to check for disabled shower facilities?