Sometimes even the simplest thngs turn into a trial of patience. I am frustrated, and posting rather than calling up and yelling at somebody's voice mail.
Ash needs a haircut.
We have always perched him on the washer, flung a towel around him and given him what amounts to a bowl cut. This is a two, and sometimes three person job. None of us are any good at hair cuts, but we have managed to keep it out of his eyes. He has just gotten too big for this. So far every barber and salon I have called says they will not take a child who cannot sit still when they are told to. Same thing they have said since he was a toddler. The local autistic support groups, so far as I have found, are all about "autistic spectrum" kids, and don't want to know about classic communications impairment. I felt it reasonable to assume that since the largest employer in the city is a center for the developmentally disabled, they would know what professionals in town are adept at dealing with wiggly cients who lack communication skills. Here I am, four phone calls in four weeks later, with one call back from a guy who said he will put together a local resources package for us, the school is fussing about his bangs being too long, and we are afraid of inadvertantly putting somebody's eye out if we tackle it ourselves again. What are we supposed to do? Wrap him like a cat you need to medicate? The school wants it cut asap, but has no clue as to how we are to accomplish this. Oh I just love it when when the school or some such place wants you to do something Right Now! but has no idea how you are supposed to do it.
I swear one more complaint and I am going to take some hair sculpting gel and give him a hair helmet, and then just let it grow until I can tail it back!
NightMist