The post Thanksgiving has yielded this, thus far:
Friend:¨Is your son still seeing a therapist?¨
Me:¨Well, I don´t know, what kind of therapist?¨ (My son sees four therapists: skills, social skills, occupational, and psychologist)
Friend:¨One for his OCD?¨
Me:¨He doesn´t have OCD.¨
Friend:¨Then what does he have that makes him not want to sit at a table with mashed potatoes or turkey at it?¨
Me:¨He is autistic.¨
Friend:¨Is the therapist working on that with him?¨
Me:¨Well, no one in our house likes mashed potatoes, so it´s hard to desensitize him to it when he never sees it. There is not much need for it.¨
Friend:¨He was never like this when you first moved here.¨
Me:¨Well, it started when he began hating eggs, and then anything lumpy, smelly, and salty like that. About two years ago.¨
Friend:¨I can see this becoming a real problem for him in the future.¨
Me:¨I am just glad he can go up the stairs by himself.¨ (He couldn´t do that for three years until last month).
I never know what to say to people. Having sensory issues can be hell. I am sorry for my son. He did really well, in my opinion.