When I wrote this post I really thought that we might be turning a corner.
I was wrong. I think he is actually worse with the weather now. Maybe worse than ever.
He’s ok at school, but at home – every waking minute of his day is consumed with whether or not there are clouds, if it will rain/thunder/hail/, if there will be stars at night, if it’s too cold for thunder.
He now starts crying when clouds appear in a blue sky.
He has taken up showering. He will stay in there until we tell him to come out.
In the shower he can’t see out windows. He can’t see or hear the wind. Can’t hear any thunder.
In the shower he can’t see out windows. He can’t see or hear the wind. Can’t hear any thunder.
It’s his safe place.
We have limited his showers to 2 a day. Ten minutes each.
On more than one occasion he has handed me the phone, crying and demanded I call the weather man and “make him stop all of this!“
We have limited his showers to 2 a day. Ten minutes each.
On more than one occasion he has handed me the phone, crying and demanded I call the weather man and “make him stop all of this!“
Starting around dinner time he will start looking up, watching for clouds. Asking if there are going to be stars when it’s dark. Stars in the sky mean no clouds.
He won’t go up to bed until it’s totally dark out so the past few nights he has been falling asleep here:
We haven’t had too much thunder this year, so I’m not really sure what he’ll do. The last storm woke him up crying through the night. He put his headphones on and watched a dvd.
We haven’t had too much thunder this year, so I’m not really sure what he’ll do. The last storm woke him up crying through the night. He put his headphones on and watched a dvd.Now, if it rains he’s fine. The anticipation leading up to it is the problem.
I cannot figure this kid out.
We were hoping that this would be the year that he could make peace with the weather but he’s not there. Yet.
We were hoping that this would be the year that he could make peace with the weather but he’s not there. Yet.
I still get scared when the storms are coming. Let him know he’s not alone. Big hugs to Cuy and to you!
Awwww, man. 🙁
I hope a better solution might present itself, but until then, you can only hang in there… Poor Cuyler. Here’s hoping for a sunny summer!!
is this just a “two steps back” sort of thing? he has seemed to do so well for so long that maybe he’s just exhaling and resetting for the next awesomeness he’s going to come up with? i really don’t know because i’m not in your situation. poor fella, i hope you can all come through it all. i’ll wish for gentle rains this summer.
oh dude – poor Cuy. I think the figuring out is the hard part…. hoping for blue skies!