Melissa and I just bought this whistling teapot:
Her social media comment says it all.
The autistic kid moves, the tea kettle whistles after 22 years
We’ve chronicled some of the sensory issues that bedeviled Joey and through him the whole family. We had to banish whistling teapots from our home for 22 years because the sound distressed him to the point of meltdown.
Hey, it wasn’t all bad. I mean, I had plenty of opportunities to avoid cleaning the house because the sound of a vacuum put him over the edge.
But the little blue teapot is another sign of our lives being liberated from the concessions, adaptations and drudgeries of care giving.
Hang in there, wherever you are on the care giving journey. I’ve been slogging through the Biblical Prophet Ezekiel. The first 39 chapters are a gloomy tale of people living in exile, familiar life erased.
Then one day life starts to come back together.