We've grown and grown and outgrown our dose. I knew the day would come and dreaded it. We've been in such a good place for a long, long time.
Now. OCD and hyperactivity rears its painful head.
Doors are slammed not once, but 4 times.
The iPad charger is checked not once, but 3 times.
The bedsheets are straightened not once, but 2 times. The weighted blanket provides full weights once again.
Reminders are 3 and 4 times. Prompts are many.
The trampoline no longer sits idle.
He cannot sit at the table for a full meal. Constant motion.
He comes down the stairs like a herd of elephants.
We get comfortable and dream this is our happy place for good... we relax... the meds wear off!
It's my own viscious cycle.
Praying for patience again... see the lessons we learn?!
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