Bobby is in desperate need of a haircut. Tomorrow is crazy hair day at school. It would be really wrong of me to cut only one side of his hair tonight.....wouldn't it????
Then my crazy friends started commenting...YES, DO IT!! and similar things. You are all CRAZY too, thanks for being in my life!!! However, in reality, the chance that an autism mom is just going to go cut just a portion of their child with autism's hair is what is crazy, especially that late in the evening on a school night. I am definitely not ruining bedtime with a hair cut.
Crazy Hair-age 4 (aka. bedhead)
My autism mom friends are all in on the secret, we have to mentally prepare for getting or giving our children haircuts. Come on, I would rather do just about anything than give Bobby a haircut. The chance that I am taking him to a salon for one is just 100% totally out of the question. Ain't gonna happen. Poor kid is stuck with Mommy style haircuts.
Grooming children with autism is TORTURE for ALL involved!! The poor kids act like you are killing them in a slow, horrible fashion. Any one is a mile radius probably thinks that you are trying to kill to them too.
Crazy Hair-age 5 (aka. bedhead)
Thankfully this is one of the things, at least in my household, that is getting easier with age. Bobby now lets me cut his fingernails with no problems. After years of a lot of extremely hard work, Bobby will now let me brush his teeth, he doesn't like it, but we get through it. There were literally years that he would not under any circumstance let me put a tooth brush in his mouth. Fun times!! Haircuts are so much easier than they were in past years, but we still have a long way to go. For some weird reason, he does better with electric clippers than he does with scissors. We used to use every bribe and behavioral strategy for getting through the hair cut, now we just muscle through and just get it done and save the reward for the complete end. So, making him go through this two days in a row just to have a crazy hair style for school would just be wrong on my end. Funny, but wrong!
I am just hopeful in the happy place in my brain, that one day he will just sit nicely for a hair cut. For now, I am just mentally preparing for the hair cut that has to come in the very near future.
Crazy hair this morning, age 9.
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