A Homemaker’s Diary

My eldest son has been showing interest whenever we watch movie at home. Of course being an autistic person, he can’t grab the basic idea on why the person is crying when the other character dies, things like that. At first we were frustrated and even sad that he couldn’t understand crucial expression like that, but then it’s not his fault, his brain is wired that way.

So I try to be patient and explain it to him in the easy, possible way that his mind could understand.

It is said that autistic person lives in a world of their own, yes, that’s true. And they don’t empathize and sympathize.

Do you know what the word sympathize means?

intransitive verb sym·pa·thize \?sim-p?-?th?z\
to feel sorry for someone who is in a bad situation : to feel sympathy for someone because you understand that person’s problems

How can you feel sympathy when you can’t even understand what’s going on, let alone to realize that the other person is having problem.

The normal neurotypical people have the social skills and the ability to read between the lines, interpret the facial expressions or understand the tones of the voice (angry, grumpy, happy, funny) but for autistic person, they just don’t have that kind of abilities unless it was taught to them.

So our movie night is more like another session of behaviour therapy..heh! But despite the pause, explain, play during the movie, we did manage to complete the whole saga of Star Wars, thanks to a friend who gave him Star Wars Lego for his last birthday and sparked his interest.

Oh, this movie? I didn’t pause, explain and play. But I love most of the quotes. Gotta find the book and read it some time this year.

At times I love being a mom..well, the part that you are loved and needed all day long, even at night (when you have a breastfeeding infant). But I also crave the ME time and the quiet time.

As a crafter by passion, I need the quiet time so that I can think creatively. You can’t come out with anything beautiful when everything is chaotic. So when I have the extra energy to wake up early after the morning feeding session, I really appreciate the quiet time and the ME time.

It doesn’t matter if I don’t manage to do anything crafty during that precious length of time, as long as I am on my own, enjoying the lack of children noise..heh!

Like today, I took out the garbage because Monday is garbage collecting day in this neighborhood. And then I bring out the laundry line out in the sun. I water the plants and even spray them with diluted fertilizer.

I decided to cut down the effort of making hot Milo and opt for the cold boxed one from the fridge.

And then I switch on this laptop and start checking the emails and see the stats of this blog.

I transfer the images from my smart phone to the storage in this laptop in case something happen to my phone and I will lost all the priceless pictures of my children.

And then the baby starts to cry..well, there goes the quiet time. Till later, readers 🙂