My autistic son, Mr. Impatient, often makes announcements about what he wants to do on certain dates. He doesn’t ask, he just announces. This week he announced that he wanted to go out for pizza on Saturday. He loves to go out on what I call a “lunch date” on Saturday “just me and Mom”.
Another feature of autism is the love of routines. For the last million years or so, we have had to have pizza on Thursday night. That’s the night that Three Speed and Tall Guy go to Boy Scouts. They pick up pizza at the local joint on the way home. We have trouble right now because MI’s favorite place is closed for renovations.
I explained to MI that grown-ups get tired of eating pizza after a while. It was the same thing with McDonalds when my boys went through that phase. I got to the point where I almost got sick when I walked in. Thank goodness I’m over it now. But I can’t tolerate the concept of pizza more than once a week. Some weeks I think once is too much.
This whole conversation was extremely difficult for my poor son to understand. How could anyone get too much pizza? He was very confused. I vaguely remember that concept from my teenage years back in the stone ages. The explanation took almost the whole drive to the big box store that we go to every Friday. That is another routine we have established that I would miss if we didn’t do.
But I wouldn’t miss the pizza.
So I negotiated other restaurants. The place we went to in this post is one of them:
Mini Melt Down in a Restaurant: http://dr-lasermed.blogspot.com/2012/02/mini-meltdown-in-restaurant.html
I still don’t want to go back to the pizza places.