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TeenaKaye
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29 Sep 2013, 5:43 pm

My guy is 8, recently diagnosed with Aspergers. He deals poorly with change, and change is coming. We recently moved to our area (my husband is in the Navy), and my son met his best friend on his first day do school here, as she was new, also. She is his biggest defender at school, and basically his only real friend (the other kids are nice to him, but M is the only one who really has taken the time to crack his defenses amend be his friend). M's parents recently purchased a house about 30 minutes away, and we are trying to prepare N for M's move, but I know it will throw him, not seeing her everyday, not going swimming two or three days a week, etc. she also stands up to the other kids when they tease him for his circular conversations, his verbal eruptions, and quirky behavior. I worry for him after they move next week, even though moving has been a part of his life every three years. I'm trying to make the transition as easy as possible for him, but it's still in that theoretical stage in his head, and not to the concrete, she's really moving stage.



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29 Sep 2013, 9:59 pm

hiya TeenaKaye :) welcome to our club 8)



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01 Oct 2013, 9:06 am

He'll be OK in the end.

What you can do to help, I think, is keep up a relationship with the family. 30 minutes isn't much. Do some driving.

At the end of junior high, my best (only) friend moved to Florida. We were in West Virginia.

My dad, God love him, let me call her on the phone every Saturday. He let us talk for as long as we wanted (back in the days before unlimited long distance). He gave up his two weeks' vacation every summer for four years to drive me down to visit her (though I'm sure he breathed a big sigh of relief when they moved to North Carolina and the 20-hour drive turned into an 8-hour drive).

My dad was a saint. I took it as a matter of course at the time, but I realized later that he was a saint. I will be grateful until the day I die for what he did.


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