Friday, March 15, 2013

Second hand games

My autistic son loves his computer and his games.

Like everybody else he has to be careful with his money, but it's difficult as he is not going to daily activities somewhere, but stays at home.

To save money he's now ordering games online, preferably second hand games.

Today the mailman brought one.
It was well wrapped, but when my son tried it on the computer it didn't work well.
He was quite disappointed.
bt the honesty of the seller.
It means getting in contact with the seller. Explaining something which is probably already known, wrapping it again. Then I have to go to the postoffice.

That is just the beginning of the ordeal.

He's going to start to doubt the honesty of the seller.
This sets off a whole sequence of behaviour that I don't like.
He needs to talk to both his parents independently, to check his reaction to the problem.
If he doesn't agree with how we react he gets angry.
Well, his father can't hear well, so the process to explain things is slow. And his father is very straightforwars: "They didn't sell it second hand for no reason."
Wrong reaction!

My reaction is more adapted to the circumstance, and I know it doesn't matter what I say: he needs to vent.

After bringing the box to the postoffice the waiting starts.

I hate those tracking systems, because they either fail to work, or show delay.
It often happens that on friday afternoon the progress of the package isn't noted. That means he's preoccupied with the package not arriving in time (his time) every hour of the weekend.
It drives me nuts, because after one or two times one knows what he's going to say.
Drifting off with thoughts isn't an option, because he needs reactions at the right times.

I understand he works this way. It's his autism.
But it shouldn't have been necessary to make him so upset.

Some people are OK.
They send a good game, sometimes with a little nice note wishing him a good time with the game.
And there are angels, who put a present in the box too. Sometimes a sticker, sometimes cheap earplugs or anything else, including Asian children's playmoney.
I wish I would be able to give them a hug and thank them.
They make his day and mine too.
Not that he talks less. But he radiates gratitude.



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