So yesterday I'm sitting at the computer 'working'. (This is what we call it when I am staring at the computer screen vegging out and don't want to be bugged). When all of the sudden Cooper does something so off the wall, I think my brain shorted out for a second.
Background on the Coopster: he's a six year old amazing kid... with Tourette Syndrome. We got the diagnosis last month. While we keep a sense of humor about it, we're still wading in the "what-could-be-next" pool. Anyway....
I am staring at the screen, back to Coop, waiting for him to finally freaking take a nap already. I try to play nice, even though he is keeping up a conversation about a t-rex eating something... just to keep from going to bed. He says something to the effect of... "then the t-rex ate something and blah-dy blah and he's a meat eater and it was weird."...
"weird."
"weird."
"weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird. weird."
My eyes bug out of my skull. I don't turn around because I don't want him to see the... weird-ness of it all. What. the. hell. I swallow. Poke my eyeballs back in. Comment politely, "heh. heh. so what was that? new tic or something?"
"I don't know why I just did that....
... then the t-rex... blah-dy blah."
Oh, this is gonna get interesting.
I don't want to seem insensitive, but in addition to having confirmed Tourette's, he is also a kid. I, unknowingly and unintentionally sing "If I was rich girl nananananana" all the time. I literally sing it without realizing I'm doing it and I'm 25. Mind you, this is generally embarrassing when I'm caught, but it doesn't mean I have Tourette's. Why I say this is that I don't want you to question or worry about the minutia of things that he does. Take it easy, killer.
ReplyDeleteIt's all cool here in our basement. He can 'weird. weird. weird' all he wants. But say he's in Sunday school? Other kids can be assholes. I'm trying to settle down with the what-ifs... hard to do.
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