The Birthday Boy!

In honour of our beautiful babes coming into the World, we love to celebrate & announce to friends, family & the whole World, how proud we are of them. How much we love them, & the bigger the celebration, the better…well not in all cases no, especially if your child is on the spectrum. Big celebrations can be a complete sensory overload & all plans of making it the best day ever get thrown to the wind.It can turn out to be quite stressful & overall, a frustrating, tiring & pretty sad state of affairs. No fun for anyone,least not the birthday child, who, after all, is who we are celebrating. Therefore it makes perfect sense to cater for their needs (within reason) as to how they’d like the day to be (not forgetting that even THAT can be a risk, as if it doesn’t feel, look, taste, sound like they imagine, then look out for another potential crisis)

The amount of times I’ve got it so completely wrong. On his 9th Birthday, I took them all to Butlins. It was his first Birthday without his Dad around. Go big I thought.Pack in every activity & every treat going & to finish it off, I’d booked a celebration dinner with a surprise rendition of “Happy Birthday” sang by the entire restaurant with him standing on a chair! (At this point he’d not had ASD diagnosis) As you can imagine, he went into complete overload & to this day, he describes it being the worst Birthday ever! (Luckily we have some very happy memories of that trip to talk about whenever the subject comes up!)

This year, we celebrated his 14th Birthday, he’s becoming a young man, hormones & testosterone galore, add to that his autism & we have a mixed bag of emotions! Emotions that he usually can’t handle. This Birthday was pretty chilled though. He had his present a day early, as he could not stand the wait! He asked for Dunkin Donuts for breakfast, a trip to his favourite Game store & spent the rest of the day playing, HAPPILY with his sisters. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it was his choice. We’ve had parties, friends over, day trips & so forth, but I do my best to plan it as he’d like it.

With no Dad around. No Grandparents popping round. It was just us. Me & my (not so) babies. Who can ask for more?

 

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