Birthday parties....

Yes the dreaded party season is on us.

To be honest before September 2015 this was never a concern of ours. R never had invites to his friends parties, apart from family friends kids that is. I always thought this was down to him always preferring older or younger children, and as such didn't get invited because he was either too young or too old for such parties.

Turns out he actually didn't have friends, I know it's a horrible thought, kids played with him at school because it was kind of expected of them. It spiralled from there really, parents were teaching their kids, in front of R, that they couldn't play with him because he had brain damage (which he doesn't I must point out!)

Then we had to move to a different county, several hours away. I wasn't looking forward to it but the school sounded promising, hubby attended when he was a boy, and I was hoping beyond hope that moving meant R would finally find real friends. You guessed it, it didn't happen! He was isolated both in and out of school! Parents and kids judged him and me for how he was and even told him I was to blame for his issues.

Now, saying that there were some fab people in that village and their kids loved R, still do. They were there for us as a family when the poophit the fan when the school didn't get the outcome they, or we, wanted from the new Educational Health Care Plan (statement).

Move forward 18 months from first moving into the county and we finally get offered a council house in a new 'village'. I use village loosely because our new place is huge, if it had a small shopping center it would be classed as a town lol. The house is better for us all, the school is AMAZING.

The kids have taken to having R and all his issues, into their fold and now we feel like we have a party every month! Now the downside to this minor miracle - yes there is one! Think sugar, lack of routine and mixing neuro-typical children with our R, and you get a hyped up, bouncing of the walls little boy. Adding to that he isn't aware of what he's doing, a shouting mummy because he's winding everyone around him up and so not listening to a single word I'm saying to him = a massive bedtime meltdown, even whilst he continues with his normal nightly routine.

If it wouldn't have wound him, and me, up further, I would have giggled at the picture he made - sobbing his heart out, screaming at me that I'm a pig and he was gonna hurt me, whilst contorting his long gangly body into yoga poses. Once he was finished with the deep breathing pose, he came over said sorry giving me a huge cuddles and a kiss. I explained to him, now he was calm, why I felt and acted the way I did and said I was sorry too. I love you was shared and finally he went to bed calmer.

This could have been worse than it was to be honest, and it has been violent before we introduced the bedtime yoga. The unfortunate side affect of all of this going on, is little H wants to do the same as his big brother, and hates that he can't behave the same and get these me treatment.

That in itself is another post for another time - how raising a neuro-typical kiddo alongside a complex needs kiddo = a very interesting but frustrating life 😀❤️