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I noticed a funky smell in my place the night before last. My son was staying over. I asked him, and not for the first time, when he last took a shower. It emerged that he doesn’t like to shower at my place because my shower, with its two knobs, hair trigger hot water, high flow from the ‘50s, and need for mildew precautions, is harder to use.
Oy.
I made it abundantly clear to him that being stinky when not necessary is deeply rude, as well as being a hallmark of people on the autistic spectrum because they don’t care much for social niceties. For someone who wants people not to think of him as autistic, he sure is bad at noticing what he needs to do for that and doing it.
And now it looks as if I’ll see more of him. Ex is going through a bad stretch with arthritis, so she wants him with me three days a week instead of two. I told her about this hygiene issue and the one following.
It gets better: ( This is even grosser. )
It was with some relief last night that Funny Lady and I tried to go (Foreshadowing!) to Saba, an Ethiopian place recommended by a second generation Ethiopian co-worker of mine. They’re closed Wednesdays. So we went up the street to Blue Nile, where we got cheap but gristly lamb stew, which was their choice, not ours. Because Funny Lady, we stopped by a mellow poly gathering on the longish walk back to her house. If there’s anything I’ve learned about her, it’s that it’s best to go with the flow around her.
When she picked me up, she said that Mercury retrograde was messing everything up. I try not to succumb to that kind of thinking, but the last few days have made that difficult.
Oy.
I made it abundantly clear to him that being stinky when not necessary is deeply rude, as well as being a hallmark of people on the autistic spectrum because they don’t care much for social niceties. For someone who wants people not to think of him as autistic, he sure is bad at noticing what he needs to do for that and doing it.
And now it looks as if I’ll see more of him. Ex is going through a bad stretch with arthritis, so she wants him with me three days a week instead of two. I told her about this hygiene issue and the one following.
It gets better: ( This is even grosser. )
It was with some relief last night that Funny Lady and I tried to go (Foreshadowing!) to Saba, an Ethiopian place recommended by a second generation Ethiopian co-worker of mine. They’re closed Wednesdays. So we went up the street to Blue Nile, where we got cheap but gristly lamb stew, which was their choice, not ours. Because Funny Lady, we stopped by a mellow poly gathering on the longish walk back to her house. If there’s anything I’ve learned about her, it’s that it’s best to go with the flow around her.
When she picked me up, she said that Mercury retrograde was messing everything up. I try not to succumb to that kind of thinking, but the last few days have made that difficult.
