So, this boy (my eldest) has gone to Devon for a week. All on his own. It’s the first week of the holidays and O has gone on a week of food with Root Camp. Root Camp is a hands on cookery course for 14-21yr olds.
The point of this post is mainly for me to note my pride for my first born. He is a typical 15yr old boy that spends a lot of time in his (stinky) bedroom, playing games, listening to music and grunting at me occassionally, but……
I am SO proud of this boy. As some may know, when O was 2yr (and a bit) he was placed on the Autistic Spectrum. I was told he was a complex case, was unlikely to have friends or attend birthday parties and I should prepare myself to care for him forever. The next advice was to go and read some books (the advice now, has improved I believe and has more support). So I did.
O has just completed his two weeks work experience in the West End, interacting with strangers and traveling in rust hour on his own. He did his placement in the kitchen’s of a restaurant as he is quite keen on cooking, which I’m hoping had a positive impact on him. He is not an academic Autist. He is now on a week away learning about food, with a group of strangers, in a place he is not familiar with – all his choice.
I cannot put in to words the concerns I have about the final year of G.C.S.E’s ahead. How i feel about ‘the system’, as well as how I feel about myself and how I have dealt with this spectrum called Autism. Though this is a whole other post.
For now, I admire him greatly, he and his ism’s frustrate me hugely. But he’s been gone a few hours and I miss him but hope he has a great time (and behaves like any other 15yr old would (within reason 😁) )x