My latest dilema has to do with Nathan truly NOT caring what others think of him. I'm confused and at a loss. I work hard to promote self worth and not fitting a mold but at the same time,he just really doesn't care what people think. He got one of his boots stuck in a hole in the back yard the other day while "exploring". His boots are still wet this morning so I told him he needed to just wear his tennis shoes and it would be fine for today. The tears started about not being able to go out for recess if he doesn't have boots on and his feet will be cold on the bus. He looks at me and says "Can I wear your boots"? Now, if they were pink and sparkley I'd have said no for sure,but they are black non real UGGS. Am I wrong to worry about what people will say or think? He already has so many social problems at school yet he doesn't seem to understand that things like this add to them.
I feel like I'm sending him mixed messages. Be yourself ,BUT......don't dress how you want. I just don't want him to be anymore of a target than he already is. I worry about how others treat him and on the other hand I'm so proud that he is so comfortable with who he is that he doesn't care. AAAAHHHHHH!!!! This is too hard.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
collections and obsessions...straight from the horses mouth (and mom's)
It started with Fisher Price Little People animals. I used to "migrate" them all through the house until they reached a boat. There must have been atleast 75 animals and I was about 3 y/o and if mom or Marcus moved them out of order I would lose it! The reason I put them in a certain order was because it seemed logical that they would migrate by species. Mom and Dad never understood the importance of this. I couldn't clean them up at night because it would disturb the pattern I had created. (mom and dad still don't really understand this) It gave me a sense of control and I like that.
I graduated from Little People to.fossils and Dinosaurs that I would "raise" as my pets. Mom sat on one in the van one time and I was sure she killed it. (again, I (mom) was unsure where very active imagination ended and ocd began). Then books, bakugan,and now Star Wars and Legos and certain video games are now what I collect and yes,sometimes obssess over. Mom and Dad limit my time playing video games which is frustrating because sometimes I'm really deep into a game and my time is up. I think about these things probably 90% of the time which worries my mom. She says I need to stay well balanced and focused on the task at hand which is difficult sometimes because all I want to do is play a game or build, take apart and rebuild a lego set or fight a battle droid in the basement. Mom sometimes yells downstairs to ask who I'm talking to when I'm deep in battle with the Seperatists. I'm not sure if all 10 y/o boys still pretend play so it's something I refrain from at school even though every now and again I'm sure there's a bounty hunter in the trees outside of school that needs fighting off.
I like the security of my imagination because it's my rules and my boundaries and no one can tell me I'm doing something wrong or "correct" me. My feelings never get hurt by the characters in my imagination and I can totally be who I am. That's an awesome feeling and I wish I could feel that way everyday in real life. SO for now, I'll continue to retreat to my imaginaion, and collections and yes obsessions (frustrations for mom and dad) until I find someone who shares my common interests and doesn't think I'm wierd.
I graduated from Little People to.fossils and Dinosaurs that I would "raise" as my pets. Mom sat on one in the van one time and I was sure she killed it. (again, I (mom) was unsure where very active imagination ended and ocd began). Then books, bakugan,and now Star Wars and Legos and certain video games are now what I collect and yes,sometimes obssess over. Mom and Dad limit my time playing video games which is frustrating because sometimes I'm really deep into a game and my time is up. I think about these things probably 90% of the time which worries my mom. She says I need to stay well balanced and focused on the task at hand which is difficult sometimes because all I want to do is play a game or build, take apart and rebuild a lego set or fight a battle droid in the basement. Mom sometimes yells downstairs to ask who I'm talking to when I'm deep in battle with the Seperatists. I'm not sure if all 10 y/o boys still pretend play so it's something I refrain from at school even though every now and again I'm sure there's a bounty hunter in the trees outside of school that needs fighting off.
I like the security of my imagination because it's my rules and my boundaries and no one can tell me I'm doing something wrong or "correct" me. My feelings never get hurt by the characters in my imagination and I can totally be who I am. That's an awesome feeling and I wish I could feel that way everyday in real life. SO for now, I'll continue to retreat to my imaginaion, and collections and yes obsessions (frustrations for mom and dad) until I find someone who shares my common interests and doesn't think I'm wierd.
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