One of the things that the diagnosis of autism, robs a home is the sense of what is normal. I remember I took about a year to conclude that life as I had known until then, no longer exist and never would no longer return. Since about two years, cooking had become agony. Mickie was crying the whole time I was trying to prepare food for their sisters. I wanted to eat everything I cooked, but could not, by its very strict diet of no-milk, no wheat, no sugar and low in carbohydrates, etc.
the end of each night, my head ached and her sisters and her sisters and me we could not enjoy dinner. In the past eight months simply stop cooking. For months
Mickie is engaged to place different objects behind the refrigerator. Placed from their quilts, to her shoes, backpack, plates, spoons and climb up the burners and the oven racks. It started with small things, like trash and spoons, but like all obsessions, a little was not enough for him and soon began to move the refrigerator to pull forward larger items.
He spent all day putting all that go in the house, one after another. During the night the work continued. I remember waking to the sound of things falling behind refrigerator and even my Shakespeare and Hemingway books were saved from falling.
Each morning, after sending it to school, began the tedious work of reviewing all the myriad things that hid. This work took me from thirty minutes to 3 hours.
remember a particular day, it goes into the kitchen to find my fragile Mickie, carrying the microwave to the table. Since then I put it in the garage.
Fresh flowers behind the sink was now only a memory, and ending on the floor in pieces.
Have a trash can, it was impossible, as it veered backwards and sometimes occasional ate food that was.
My mom had suggested a wall with a door that could close. I thought for a long time, but finally decided to try.
With just a wall, the reason for his obsession, was eliminated. The kitchen is now a separate room from the rest of the house. After years of martyrdom with this problem has been resolved and will not need pills or bio-medical interventions, nor hours of research on the Internet.
remember thinking ...... no access to the kitchen, he would try to change now? But I worry that, when the time comes and for now, enjoy a calmer Mickie and again to enjoy fresh flowers in my kitchen.
