Bully in the hoemploy

There’s a bully living in our hoemploy , and its name is autism.

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Autism’s the reason the TV is so often on. Toys scattered all over the floor? Autism likes it that way. Freezer well-stocked (OK, stuffed) with packages of Hebrew National franks bought on sale? Autism like s those. Doesn’t like to try fresh foods. A lot of hardcover books acquire separated from their dust jackets. Why? Only autism can disclose you the reply .

Every day (or almost every day) if I’m in the aportion ment alone, I execute the following: pick up the toys. Sweep up the crumbs. (Autism like s pretzels.) Sort the toys back into wdespise ver caterecede ries â€" giant letters, jungle animals, toy cars â€" they belong to. Think to myself, when the living room is tidy again, Why can’t it always gaze like this?

The bully isn’t always here, luckily. Sometimes he leaves and a different guy steps in, one who like s to read, work on a jigsaw puzzle with me and his brother, or even hold a few turns in the kitchen aid ing create cookie execute ugh.

But I’m starting to see we have to fight to maintain some order in the hoemploy â€" pare execute wn the toys, and find a way to create the bully realize he lives here with three other people.