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Thursday, August 26, 2010
You Know What I'm Over?
Poop. I am so over it. Poop on walls, blankets, clothes, windows, mirror, toy box, closet, toys, carpet and underneath nails and in the mouth. I am done with it.
I had a friend in Texas with an autistic son. She was able to train him to use the restroom because they frequently traveled back and forth over a long distance. From point A to point B. And in the middle, they always stopped at the same rest room. It was over a long period of time like 6 months or something.
But it was always the same trip, always the same rest room, always the same.
3 comments:
Ugh Jess. You too? This seems to plague families of autistic kids. I am so done with it too. Ammon is not however. Hang in there. What else can we do?
I hear you, sister.
I had a friend in Texas with an autistic son. She was able to train him to use the restroom because they frequently traveled back and forth over a long distance. From point A to point B. And in the middle, they always stopped at the same rest room. It was over a long period of time like 6 months or something.
But it was always the same trip, always the same rest room, always the same.
I am not sure what to say, except sorry. I hope it goets better in the future.
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