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Friday, 10 June 2016

Home again, home again jiggity-jig

Just back from holiday with Ethan and the kids and need another holiday to recover!

Eleven days in a (very small) self-catering caravan on a Spanish tourist site with an Aspergic husband and son (along with our neuro-typical kids) was rather like an endurance test - with a few idyllic moments and amazing views thrown in to keep us all going!

The stress started the moment our sandalled feet hit the tarmac of the airport. Airports seem to hold a special terror for Ethan. Even with two hours to go until boarding, Ethan got jittery with anxiety – eyes wide and intense, voice raised, fingers twitching. He marched us through check-in and security, leading from the front at a rate of knots, dragged children and bags banging in to other passengers on the way. No time for Ava and I to indulge in airport perks such as trying on perfume samples at duty free…except that we did, because I refuse to (and refuse to let my kids be) ruled by Aspergers, and we were on holiday for goodness sake.

Our frivolous waste of precious minutes was met with silent building pressure in Ethan leading to an angry look and an even faster pace to the boarding gate, where we sat and waited for fifteen minutes for the shuttle bus to take us to our plane. I couldn’t help pointing out that ‘I’d told him so.’
His reconciliatory comment on the plane that my perfume ‘smelt nice’ did little to appease my resentment. I was already bracing myself for the journey home….

That said, Ethan’s intensive focus, his planning and ordering of documents into carefully-labelled envelopes, his pre-booking of the taxi to take us home from the airport, does get us all efficiently and easily from A to B. It just somehow also saps all the joy out of the adventure. 


  1. Traveling with mine is misery, too, although airports don't seem to set him off at all. Rather, he can't keep track of time, gets lost, then he'll miss the flight entirely, unless I'm there to keep track of where we are, where we are going, etc.

    Just curious, who plans the trips in your house? In mine, it's me. It's always me. Always. I've planned and executed every vacation we've ever been on because he is incapable of planning, and I do mean "incapable." The only thing he does is to go on the trip then complain about things along the way. Exhausting and no fun.

  2. thanks for your sharing, I appreciate this. keep up the good work

  3. Hello, I have aspergers. I'm sorry that your husband brings such negativity into your life. You're right that you and your children shouldn't be ruled by aspergers. I haven't read your whole blog, just the latest 5 posts. I'm sure you have at some point said something positive about Ethan. Everything you have said about him from the last 5 posts reminds me of all the trouble I brought to my ex-wife. I'm not excusing myself. She, too, has a right not to be ruled by something that she never caused and that infringes on her right to be happy. It is sad to read about something that causes so much unhappiness yet it is so relatable. God bless you. Take care.