Post Apocalypse Bunkers
My children, all Neurodiverse, make me laugh, cry and constantly challenge my thinking. I hope you enjoy these short tales of highs and lows.
The Post Apocalypse Bunker
When I suggested a trip to Ikea to pick up some shoe racks this morning, Boy2 and Girl were a little more excited at the prospect than I expected. The drive to this flatpack superstore was light on prodding, whinging and name calling, but I thought it was just my lucky day. The usual compulsive opening of every cupboard, testing of every chair and rolling on every bed suggested all was as it should be. We got through the checkouts relatively smoothly and booked a home delivery slot. Then I remembered I’d forgotten to pick up the shoe racks, although I did now have 8 boxes containing a sofa bed and storage units. So, we went back through the whole process a little quicker and the shoe boxes plus a few other random bits that seemed essential in the moment were in the trolley. Boy flew in and then out of the lift, his sister trailing just behind, running to the far side of the car park.
Ten minutes later I managed to ascertain that his plan was to take home some of the spare bits of MDF and chipboard Ikea offer for free in the car park. Boy2 has decided to build a bunker. Just in case the world ends. He has coaxed Girl into this scheme by allowing her to be the ‘design boss’.
His brain sees no barriers to this concept. He’s gathering wood, there are tools in the shed and he has an accomplice. It’s all planned and he’s ready to start wok. He's filled me in on all the details. The recent obsessive watching of Canadian log cabin constriction videos on YouTube suddenly makes more sense.
For Boy2 words just don’t come out as quickly as he’d like.He is the quietest of my three, but the ratio of words to thoughts seems at times to be 1:1 million.The complex ideas and exciting thoughts seem to be trapped inside and struggle to materialise on paper or in sounds. So, when they do come out my heart sings with joy.
We may be returning to Ikea a little sooner than expected as in the haste to exit the building the small black recycling box and the 6 pink flamingo glasses have gone astray.
We won’t be building a bunker just yet though.
by Helen Eaton
Through her work, Helen Eaton (MSc, PGCE) has gained an unusual and fascinating insight into both lifelong education and the workplace. She combines over 20 years’ experience delivering management training to the UK’s leading IT and Finance companies with a passion for education and a teaching qualification. Specialising in Neurodiversity she has worked with many families and professionals, promoting the importance of understanding and supporting Autism and Specific Learning Difficulties. Most importantly, she has a Neurodivergent family and rejoices in the uniqueness of their Autistic, ADHD and Dyslexic minds.
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