I asked the psychiatrist.
I hope she doesn't tell me to ask the therapist.
The therapist always tells me to ask the psychiatrist.
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I hope she doesn't tell me to ask the therapist.
The therapist always tells me to ask the psychiatrist.
We had one of those at one time, in fact, if you look at the man draw picture in post #172,866 you will see a small pile of vcr cassettes at the back of the drawer.
We have nothing to play them on but we must keep them because they have "great stuff" on them.
I must not be a real man. I'm the chucker and Karen is the hoarder. Or maybe it's a case of opposites attract.
Weird.
I thought all men had man drawers or a garden shed or somewhere secret to keep their stash of junk. Look at @Revoltingest... (It's not compulsory), he has barns full of junk.
Come on man, you must change your ways and stick up for your fellow man.
I guess in Sam's case, I didn't see it coming. He came with two changes of clothes, a lightweight jacket, and a couple cans of energy drinks. He didn't even have shoes.
I remember taking him to a Wal-Mart to get him shoes once we were back in Iowa... He had a twenty dollar bill. He wanted shoes that were 25 bucks. He picked them up, and told me "I'm going to take these to the register, show them what I got, and tell them they can take it or leave it."
I talked him out of that, and helped him find a pair of cheaper shoes(though he thought I was being unreasonable, surely they'd take it).
What a lucky guy to end up with you to keep him on the straight and narrow.
More like a glutton for punishment.
I have a garden shed full of junk, Xmas **** to be exact. It's not mine and it's never been unpacked from the boxes it was shipped here from America about 25 years ago.
I was the broke one in the relationship but I did own shoes.
Well thats something. You ain't completely letting the side down
I was broke. He was a homeless beach bum.
He didn't need shoes where he was. He went to work without shoes.
Chuckle... When i first met Paul i was wearing mucky jeans and green Wellington boots.
Yes, i know it's less than 1000 miles and yes know they are only an hour behind but I've been up since 4 and im having terrible difficulty typing so methinks me's going to sleep, goodnight.
Where I grew up everyone was broke......It didn't bother us because we didn't know any better....
That appears like a classic "I don't know but don't want to admit my ignorance" game..
I think Ares is just a puzzle, period...
I like both the psychiatrist and the therapist, but I've come to terms with the fact that past the medication, no one really has any firm ideas. He doesn't behave like other kids(even other autistic kids), so traditional advice usually doesn't work.
Wu Wei
ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
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Third base!
Being unique has its disadvantages.
Don't I know!