Help! He’s Playing With… YUCK!!
Being the perfect special needs parent requires a certain temperament… One I don’t have.
I’m developing that temperament but truthfully, I feel like I’m a million miles away from reaching it. There are certain things that John-Michael does that frankly frustrate me to the point of exhaustion. Things so crazy I can literally feel individual hairs on my head turning grey and it makes my head hurt to the point where I can feel my brain cells exploding all over the inside of my head.
It generally happens when my son gets obsessed with certain things. For example, one of his current obsessions is to watch YouTube videos with the five finger family song. He watches them over and over and over again and then starts them again and again and again (you get the point). Even if I turn his kindle to something else, within seconds he’ll turn right back to YouTube and find that freaking song again. Just thinking about it rakes my nerves. But in the end I know he’ll eventually move on to something else (hopefully soon) and he’ll find something new that will take some time before it starts to drive me nuts, but be assured it will eventually wear me down.
But, right now we’re dealing with something far worse than a silly song that I have dreams about. Another of John-Michael’s current obsessions is touching his dinger (you know, his tinktink, dingdong… his special area). I say that I jest but it truly has become a serious issue for us. I can’t get him to stop and worse it can get seriously messy.
Not too long ago he came into our room and held up his hands covered in mud and I thought: “how did he get mud all over his hands?” And then after a more careful inspection I found it on his head and even in his mouth?
As I got closer a haunting reality swept over me and all I can say is I wish it was mud. But IT WAS POO!
John-Michael had finger painted himself, the walls, the floors and the coffee table with his own excrement and all I wanted to do was vomit!
Since then we’ve been more watchful and it seems we’re constantly telling him to take his hands out of his pants but that’s the dilemma and so I turn to you.
Does anyone out there have any suggestions on how we can get him to stop touching himself because truthfully, I feel like I’m dealing with a teenager going through puberty.
All I can think to do at this point is to finally get him potty trained. That would solve at least the disgusting part of this challenge. But it could be difficult since he doesn’t use audible language yet although he does use sign language and knows the sign for potty.
We tried using onesies but instead of going through the top of his diaper or pull-ups, he just goes through the side… but as I’m writing this, I’m wondering if they make a small enough pair of spandex shorts, maybe that will solve this problem. J
The bottom line is I need some advice that only a parent who has gone through it can give. How do I solve this problem?
Leave a comment or message me with your suggestions. I will try anything at this point. Thank you! You’re the best!