{"id":55,"date":"2010-01-03T09:01:00","date_gmt":"2010-01-03T09:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2010\/01\/a-bedtime-story\/"},"modified":"2010-01-03T09:01:00","modified_gmt":"2010-01-03T09:01:00","slug":"a-bedtime-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2010\/01\/a-bedtime-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A Bedtime Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

My usual place for revelations is as I’m falling asleep. A light goes on — and I don’t mean Ned<\/a>‘s little book light, even though that definitely goes on every night. Last night I was talking to Ned about how I wished I’d played marbles with Nat yesterday, how great it was that he’d wanted to play both Thursday and Friday. And then Wednesday afternoon, we had done a puzzle together, come to think of it! But instead, yesterday, on Saturday, I was gone for a long time seeing a friend I hadn’t seen for weeks. I thought suddenly how Nat rarely asks for things, even things he desperately wants, like food. If he wanders into the kitchen at noon, and I look at him, he speeds away. If I say, “Nat is there something you want?” He replies, “No something you want!”<\/p>\n

But he really does want to eat. As soon as I offer a concrete food choice, or simply take the food out, he’s back, wanting and waiting. It’s just that there is some kind of disconnect, some kind of block to his asking for what he wants\/needs. I don’t know if it’s physiological, psychological, neurological, or illogical. It just happens, or actually, it doesn’t happen. He does not ask.<\/p>\n

I was drifting off, teary-eyed about how poignant it was to see him gently and deftly picking up the tiny ball bearings and placing them onto the delicate black ramps. I remembered how I’d just gotten the box out excitedly and cried, “Nat! Let’s play with these! It’s a different marble game.” And how he’d come right over: “Yes.” Finding something he wants to do with me is always a real high for me.<\/p>\n

But it had been the same for the puzzle. It wasn’t just the marble kind of toys. It was any toy.<\/p>\n

“Oh my God,” I said to Ned, as he welcomed me over to his shoulder. “What if it’s that Nat really wants to play and do stuff with people, and he just can’t ask for it somehow?”
Ned thought for a moment and then said, “He probably does.”
I went on, “Maybe that’s why he seems glad to go back to The House. Because they have so many things going on, so many people who try to get him to do things.” It never occurred to me to understand why<\/span> he was happy to go back every Sunday; all I ever thought about was the fact that he seemed okay going back.
Ned said, “I think he really likes it there. I think he really likes doing things with people.”
Now the tears were coming. “So we should be asking him to do stuff with us all the time, like the marbles. See how he jumps up to go on walks with you? Or to shovel snow?”
Ned replied, “I think he gets bored here.”<\/p>\n

That is the truth. Or maybe it’s the truth. But what I know is he walks and walks and talks and talks around our house all day and people say so little to him. We all have become so used to the fact that he<\/span> doesn’t interact with us<\/span>.<\/p>\n

But — just the way he wants to eat but doesn’t tell us, it is very likely that he wants to interact\/play\/do something outside but doesn’t say so. He can’t. So it is up to all of us to offer it to him, the way we would with food. Otherwise he might be very lonely here, very bored. I can’t bear that thought. Even though he’s used to it, even though he’s found ways to be content (walking and self-talking, lying on the couch, lying on my bed). It’s not good enough!!!!!!!!!!!<\/p>\n

I felt myself plummeting into despair, realizing what I had not been doing, feeling sad for Nat who gets stuck by forces unseen. But then Ned said, “You can always start tomorrow.”
I laughed in relief, soothed by his common sense. He is right. You can just start doing better tomorrow. And I went to sleep, while he reached for his little book light and read.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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