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Oh @maglil55! I did not mean to imply that your grandson was lacking attention. I'm positive that is not the case. I just thought it might be possible that he perceives it that way. I know I misinterpreted the attention my brother was getting when he caught polio and recovering from it (I thought I was surplus to requirements or something, but didn't misbehave because I thought I might be discarded if I did - my misconception, of course).
What a time you are having with him. He sounds so much like Neil when he was in primary school (actually in secondary as well, but in a different form). Luckily for me, his brother was a much easier child, so it was just Neil I had to cope with (young mother - husband away at sea - grandmother with whom we lived in his early days, determined to side with Neil at every turn). I made mistakes, of course, including falling out with my mother-in-law over it all, and I'm positive I spent too much time with Neil to the detriment of his brother.
Eventually we came to an agreement with Neil - much along the lines of your decisions with your grandson but the schools never did. I had primary teachers crying on my shoulder at parents evenings, teachers at the Nicolson Institute just shrugging their shoulders and letting him get on with it and it was only when he was 48 and had a diagnosis of Asperger's that we understood what it was all about. Luckily, he was intelligent enough to get by at school, despite choosing to teach himself Welsh rather than be taught Gaelic, teaching himself to play instruments, rather than take lessons from anyone, excelling at Latin to a higher level than the rest of the class, and so on. By the end of it he had turned into a caring, helpful, clever and talented individual.
I do hope for the same outcome for your grandson.
Neil did manage to replace the yoghurt with an unbroken one, but the shelves were pretty empty again. Maybe they would be better later in the day.
Edited to add the first paragraph.
What a time you are having with him. He sounds so much like Neil when he was in primary school (actually in secondary as well, but in a different form). Luckily for me, his brother was a much easier child, so it was just Neil I had to cope with (young mother - husband away at sea - grandmother with whom we lived in his early days, determined to side with Neil at every turn). I made mistakes, of course, including falling out with my mother-in-law over it all, and I'm positive I spent too much time with Neil to the detriment of his brother.
Eventually we came to an agreement with Neil - much along the lines of your decisions with your grandson but the schools never did. I had primary teachers crying on my shoulder at parents evenings, teachers at the Nicolson Institute just shrugging their shoulders and letting him get on with it and it was only when he was 48 and had a diagnosis of Asperger's that we understood what it was all about. Luckily, he was intelligent enough to get by at school, despite choosing to teach himself Welsh rather than be taught Gaelic, teaching himself to play instruments, rather than take lessons from anyone, excelling at Latin to a higher level than the rest of the class, and so on. By the end of it he had turned into a caring, helpful, clever and talented individual.
I do hope for the same outcome for your grandson.
Neil did manage to replace the yoghurt with an unbroken one, but the shelves were pretty empty again. Maybe they would be better later in the day.
Edited to add the first paragraph.
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