Repeat… Repeat… Re

Autism Repeating

Warning: This post contains a large amount of repeating. Anyone still clinging to their sanity STOP reading now and move on. 

All others prepare for a been there, done that moment… 

Let me preface this with the fact that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my girl! And I get that her repeating is an expression of her anxiety.  I get it.  It’s just that… it hurts my brain!  This is us, finding a happy medium:

Me: “Kirsten, do you want to get a bean burrito at Rubios?” K: “Share with mom?”  Me: “Sure honey. Let’s go!”

On our way…

Me: “Kirsten, would you like a bean burrito at Rubios or chicken tenders at Vons?”

K: “Oh, chicken tenders at Vons! And potato wedges.”  Me: “No problem. First Rubios for me and then Vons for you.”

K: “Chicken tenders at Vons.”  Me: “I know honey.”

K: “Chicken tenders at Vons. Not Rubios.”  Me: “Exactly. Chicken tenders at Vons. No Rubios for you.”

K: “Chicken tenders at Vons.”  Me: “You already said that, honey.”

pause

K: “Chicken tenders at Vons. Not Kirsten eat Rubios.”  Me: “Right. You’re eating chicken tenders at Vons. Not Rubios.”

K: “Oh, Kirsten not eat at Rubios. Chicken tenders at Vons.”  My brain has now been twisted to maximum capacity …must STOP cycle!!  Me: “Kirsten. No more talking honey. It’s too much.”

K: “Kirsten ea…”  Me: “No talking.”

K: “No Ru..”  Me: “No talk.”

K: “Kir…”  Me: “N…”

Silence…

Upon arrival at Rubios, I remind Kirsten, “We are going to get Rubios for me and then go to Vons for you. Okay?”  K: “Yeah.”  Game plan set!

At Rubios counter:

Me: “I’d like th…”  K: “No Rubios. Just Vons!”

Me: “I know Kirsten. Vons for you. → I’d like the…”  K: “Just Vons! I don’t want Rubios!!”

Me: “Just a minute honey. Let me order. → I’d like…”  K: “I don’t want Rubios!”

Me: “I know honey. Just a second. → I’d li…”  K: “I don’t wa…”

Me: “Honey!! → *Kirsten* will have VONS and *I* will have the fish taco platter.” 

Phew!!

Cashier (smiling): “Okay. Vons for Kirsten and the fish taco platter for you. I take it this is to go?”

Your turn! Coping with stress… how does YOUR child do it??!

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14 Responses

  1. Angie says:

    Reading these has taken me back to when my now 16 yr old HF Asperger’s son was OBSESSED with time! Repeatedly asking what time it was. Drove me nearly over the edge. He still obsesses but now it’s over the most recent theater audition :-)

    • Autism Makes Me Laugh | Tammy says:

      There WILL be an obsession, right??! Nice they can change it up on occasion. :)

  2. Donna Askew says:

    Simba: how many days to my birthday?
    Me: 364 you just had your birthday
    SIMBA: How many days to my birthday?
    Me: 363
    Simba; every day for the entire year: how many days to my birthday?

    • Autism Makes Me Laugh | Tammy says:

      Oh Donna, that is precious! You could make one of those construction chains with a number on each loop. 365… 364… 363… and cut one each day. I know – not helping matters. :)

      Can’t help but think how exciting it is after talking about it ALL YEAR – when you get down to 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Birthday!!!

  3. Tara Black says:

    This is totally Megan…..

    **she has doctor appointment that may or may not require labs**

    Meg: yes, doctor
    Me: yes doctor

    Meg: yes doctor, yes two sticks (she wants two tubs drawn)
    Me: I don’t know Megan…probably not…

    Meg: yes doctors yes two sticks yes one hand
    Me: Megan I don’t know…probably no sticks no hands…

    Megan: (now she includes sister because she wants to share the needle experience..) yes doctor yes two sticks yes one hand… yes Heather two sticks yes two arms…
    Me: No Megan…just Megan’s doctor, no Heather…no sticks sweetie…

    Megan: yes doctor yes two sticks yes one hand… yes Heather two sticks yes two arms…
    Me: No Megan…just Megan’s doctor, no Heather…no sticks sweetie…Yes McDonald’s after doctor…
    (Whole new topic now…)
    Megan: yes Doctor yes two sticks…yes McDonald’s…10 chicken nuggets 23 french fries…
    Me: yes doctor, yes McDonald’s…no sticks Megan

    I am sure you see the pattern…with her sister thrown in there here and there. LOL

    • Autism Makes Me Laugh | Tammy says:

      Tara – you got me LAUGHING!!! Oh, that is so funny. She is the best! I absolutely LOVE how she drags her sister into it. Hilarious. And I’ve so been-there-done-that! :)

  4. Karen says:

    Ours go like this:
    Piper: pool? Me: yes, at 1:00. P: go to the pool? Me yes, at 1:00. P: first 1:00, then go to the pool! Me: thats right! ( repeat, repeat, repeat! Argh!)

    • Autism Makes Me Laugh | Tammy says:

      Wow, we have the same exact conversations! As I type this Kirsten is asking me, “What time is the play open?” Me: “2:00.” K: “What time is the play?” Me: “It’s at 2:00.” K: “What time is the play open?” – it’s a conversation we have had at least 100 times today. Make that 200. Suuuuch a fun game! (insert sarcasm here) ;)

  5. Cande Hadlock says:

    Thank You for the giggle, Every 3 mths we go to the Autism specialist. We have to go by a McDonald’s, so it is our special treat. He sees it on the way and I always say “after the Doctor”, and I hear him ask about 20 more times ” Donalds now” Me: “no – after doctor”

  6. Diane says:

    LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wouldn’t you just love to hear the conversation between Riley and Kirsten??? ;P