Care giving includes stuff getting destroyed. As we say in Raising a Child With Autism,
Joey has taught us a lot about saying goodbye to things we valued and enjoyed. We had a set of stoneware mugs from the bed-and-breakfast where we honeymooned. He threw one and shattered it… we can’t keep a DVD player… we gave up on taking vacations…
The latest loss is a cheap pair of reading glasses I kept on the nightstand. I need readers and keep them in convenient places. Last night I left my laptop on the bed to go have dinner and the readers were sitting on the keyboard. When I returned I found the laptop closed and this was inside:
This now becomes an investigation worthy of SVU (or is it SUV?) or CSI or one of those other crime shows.
I mean, it could be this guy. He’s known to walk into rooms and turn lights or contraptions on or off because… because autism.
Or it could be this malefactor, who likes to jump on the bed but is now old and feeble and has to climb up via a bedside chair, which would put the laptop right in her destructive path.
Or this other bed (and everywhere else) sleeper who is so fat that she could have sprawled out and rolled over the laptop.
Guess it doesn’t matter. They’re all objects of our affection. Even if they’re a bit out of focus for me this morning.