The tantrum train has been stopping at our house this week.
I know they are tantrums and not full-blown meltdowns, but it scarcely matters as M is unable to function properly either way.
Her sister has gone back to university, and with it has come the inability to accept the change in routine and to family life. It’s not even as if M spends hours with E when she is home, but the fact that is here makes it all right in M’s World.
It was pretty awful back in September when E went away for the first time, but somehow I expected it to be easier this time. How wrong I was! M’s PSA*, the rather wonderful Mrs T, had a suggestion this afternoon that perhaps it’s worse precisely because M knows how she felt in September so the dread of the emotions plus the emotions themselves have tipped her over the edge. Either way, there is very little I can do for my wee girl except keep calm, keep the routine, and keep the reassurance that I am still here for her.
After Monday when M went to school half an hour late and in her pyjamas, and today when she was 15 minutes late and mercifully dressed, it would be nice to think that tomorrow we will achieve fully clothed and on time. But, if we don’t then we don’t – her autism is playing all the parts in the story of her life right now, and I have to accept that that role is bigger than everything else at the moment.
*Pupil Support Assistant