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One Of Those Moms

I've turned into one of them. One of those moms that spouted off saying her kid was never going to play video games until he was at least 11 or 12. I mean XBox or the PS. Oh how I regret those words. This kid would play the Wii or Gameboy all day if I let him. I think that's the key though. We don't let him. The time that he spends on the games is limited (as best we can with an ODD kid) and he only plays kid friendly ones. He knows that T games are a no no and that he can only play E games. He isn't even tempted to try the T games. It's one of the blessings that come with Aspergers. He picks up on certain rules and will follow them to the letter and call YOU out if you break said rule.

The thing is though, I don't feel too bad about him playing the games. It keeps him occupied and more importantly, it keeps him quiet. Yeah, yeah, sounds like it's a babysitter. That's not how we see it. He's learning patience, practice, hand-eye coordination, sharing, etc. He's happier, he doesn't fight with us as much as he did before. Don't get me wrong, there are still meltdowns of epic proportions every day but on the whole, he's ok when he has his game.

I would like to think that I won't speak so foolishly again but ha! That would be a miracle no?


Steph said…
Alot of what I have read, actually says video games are good for kids w/ Aspergers. So don't freat, If its something that is recomended, I would say your doing fine.

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