PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH! -- ??
Nobody eats a sandwich with just peanut butter, besides ghoti. I've asked for a "peanut butter sandwich" before, assuming that jelly was implied, and nobody has ever given me peanut butter on bread as a result. I think it's safe to assume that PB sandwich = PB&J, unless they specify otherwise.
Not 100% sure about this. It seems like this is an experiment that might be worth performing.
I agree she did what she was supposed to (or made a very reasonable guess). I would have been having a stress meltdown of my own at the point, I'm impressed she could even move in a productive manner.
But... but...
I am somebody!
Jesse Jackson said it. I believe it. That settles it.
Wait! Wait!
Maybe it's a regional thing. JitakuKeibiinB is from the Pacific Northwest. Where is your husband from Mikassyna? Maybe this is a clash of cultures?
It sounds like you're not very familiar with your son's routine. It may sound like you're giving into him but you don't really want to just stop an autistic kid's routine cold turkey. It's going to fill him with anxiety if everything different seems to be happening.
It doesn't matter if it wasn't state that he wanted jelly on his peanut butter sandwich. That's not the issue here. The issue here is this boy requires very specific things to be happy. And you have to note what they are and remember them for next time.
Yelling at a child while they have a meltdown is futile. It's not just some kid being naughty or trying to get his own way. He is in emotional distress.
I'm 27 and I still have a routine. I can adjust it if need be (albeit with some heightened anxiety, panic attacks, outbursts) but this is something few with autism will grow out of. And he's a little one; you can't just take a routine away from him. Little five year old me would be screaming the house down too.
You need to learn to work with him and explain to him what happens before it happens, and not 5 minutes before it happens.
I have just assumed that DS5 means diagnosed/son/5 years old, if not then disregard this message. I didn't realise you're on the spectrum yourself.
And who cares about what is added or not added to a peanut butter sandwich. I put honey on mine.
I agree with leafplant in saying that a young child is not going to understand your own needs. Even a non-autistic child will.
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Let me clarify: I never said my child was obligated to understand my needs. This debate is between me and my husband, as to what my husband telling me to make a "peanut butter sandwich" should be understood as (with jelly or without). I did not hear my son say "Peanut Butter and Jelly" to my husband (who later dropped the "with jelly" part of the request to me) because I was busy helping to take care of several other things in the craziness of getting him out the door and getting my other son ready for his therapies, plus getting myself ready to go to a doctor appt and to work.
Pensieve: I'm very familiar with my son's routine. However, sometimes life gets in the way and the world does not revolve around his every wish. It is important that he understand this. I do my best to accommodate him, but I cannot, nor can the world, be expected to accommodate every single thing he wants whenever he wants. Sometimes unexpected things occur and in the crunch of time I do not have the luxury to let him cool off (which could take upwards of 20 minutes) when the bus is downstairs waiting.
Adamantium: My husband was raised in Russia but came here when he was a teenager. He's very Americanized, having been here more than 3/4 of his life already. I also agree that I have never heard of a PBJ sandwich called "peanut butter sandwich" and that is what threw me off!
I do have trouble figuring out what things to "let go" as to me, all things are equally important in the morning routine. So, I have trouble being a little flexible and making those sorts of executive decisions, figuring out which things don't have to be done. I do sometimes let circumstance rule out, but I certainly do try to fit it all in, even if I have to brush his teeth in the elevator on the way down to the schoolbus!
I often ask my husband to take the reins if I feel that I cannot manage the situation effectively. However, it is a Catch-22 because then I think that his different style can become confusing and send mixed messages to DS5.
Joe: Yes, I agree there is a double standard. It's hard to know who is responsible for the breakdown in communication. I guess it takes both sides. But my husband and stepdaughter (who is always ready to agree with her dad) made me into a mockery for thinking that a peanut butter sandwich did not automatically include jelly. They both laughed at my expense. I was peeved.
Peanutbutter is peanutbutter and peanutbutter and jelly is peanutbutter and jelly. Mouths and tongues have been invented to make exact communication possible and magic abilities like mind reading needless.
Anyway, I want to congratulate you on your tolerance. I think latest after the trainstuff, I simply would have grabbed the kid under the arm, and transported him straight too kindergarten, ignoring his further anger issues. O_o
Pensieve: I'm very familiar with my son's routine. However, sometimes life gets in the way and the world does not revolve around his every wish. It is important that he understand this. I do my best to accommodate him, but I cannot, nor can the world, be expected to accommodate every single thing he wants whenever he wants. Sometimes unexpected things occur and in the crunch of time I do not have the luxury to let him cool off (which could take upwards of 20 minutes) when the bus is downstairs waiting.
Adamantium: My husband was raised in Russia but came here when he was a teenager. He's very Americanized, having been here more than 3/4 of his life already. I also agree that I have never heard of a PBJ sandwich called "peanut butter sandwich" and that is what threw me off!
I do have trouble figuring out what things to "let go" as to me, all things are equally important in the morning routine. So, I have trouble being a little flexible and making those sorts of executive decisions, figuring out which things don't have to be done. I do sometimes let circumstance rule out, but I certainly do try to fit it all in, even if I have to brush his teeth in the elevator on the way down to the schoolbus!
Joe: Yes, I agree there is a double standard. It's hard to know who is responsible for the breakdown in communication. I guess it takes both sides. But my husband and stepdaughter (who is always ready to agree with her dad) made me into a mockery for thinking that a peanut butter sandwich did not automatically include jelly. They both laughed at my expense. I was peeved.
So its a blended family.
Two corporate cultures coming together. Thats the issue. Your husband and step kids all habitually eat PBS's with jelly. So the jelly is standard equipment to them.
Actually, my stepdaughter (the only stepchild thank goodness, otherwise there would indeed be mutiny!) often eats gobs of peanut butter off of a spoon--plain. So I really don't get how she could even laugh at my error.
My husband has never eaten PBJ or anything close to it that I've seen.
'Twas on a Monday, dark a dreary
With all the family peeved and weary
Chaos reigned and order fled
As DS5 emerged from bed
And in the midst of order broken
Raised an outraged voice in token
Of things gone fast and far awry
When not a vitamin was nigh.
Then down the hall did DS tromp
Each step an elephantine stomp
A pounding drumming on the floor
To raise the neighbor's ire once more
Against which was raised a mother's yell
And DS5 raged like the fiend in hell
And then the babka promise broken
And things were voiced best left unspoken
When trains were "wrong" and thrown in ire
Then feelings surged like wind blown fire
And blind justice blundered on the scene
With banished toys and broken dreams
And then the fateful words were said
Of peanut butter and sliced bread
On Mikassyna the family turned
The peanut butter treat was spurned
And harsher than DS's strife
Like poison on a stabbing knife
The scornful mock of husband dear
and his natural daughter standing near
Slapped mikassyna in the face
And brought her low and to this place
She fled in search of understanding
And, an explanation demanding
An opening post was here created
A tale of PB and no J related
And so we came to this very page
Through a tangled tale of breakfast rage
And unkind words said in haste:
A Monday morning laid to waste.
'Twas on a Monday, dark a dreary
With all the family peeved and weary
Chaos reigned and order fled
As DS5 emerged from bed
And in the midst of order broken
Raised an outraged voice in token
Of things gone fast and far awry
When not a vitamin was nigh.
Then down the hall did DS tromp
Each step an elephantine stomp
A pounding drumming on the floor
To raise the neighbor's ire once more
Against which was raised a mother's yell
And DS5 raged like the fiend in hell
And then the babka promise broken
And things were voiced best left unspoken
When trains were "wrong" and thrown in ire
Then feelings surged like wind blown fire
And blind justice blundered on the scene
With banished toys and broken dreams
And then the fateful words were said
Of peanut butter and sliced bread
On Mikassyna the family turned
The peanut butter treat was spurned
And harsher than DS's strife
Like poison on a stabbing knife
The scornful mock of husband dear
and his natural daughter standing near
Slapped mikassyna in the face
And brought her low and to this place
She fled in search of understanding
And, an explanation demanding
An opening post was here created
A tale of PB and no J related
And so we came to this very page
Through a tangled tale of breakfast rage
And unkind words said in haste:
A Monday morning laid to waste.
Wonderful!
"A Monday morning laid to waste".
If I was asked to make a peanut butter sandwich, it would just have peanut butter on it.
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