(This isn’t the promised post on Angie’s Turbulent Teens, but I haven’t forgotten.)
Things at Casa Cuckoo have been changing over the past month or so. King Ben has lost one of his full-time loyal subjects. His Auntie, my younger daughter, has moved out.
It wasn’t a sudden move and it’s not on bad terms. She is twenty-four years old and tired of living at home. Mostly she’s tired of living with her sister. My daughters have never gotten along. Just because you share blood doesn’t mean that you share interests. My daughters are two different people. I miss having my younger daughter here, under my roof, but I don’t miss being a referee in their constant arguing.
So, except for a few odds and ends, we now have an empty bedroom. King Ben has been sharing the big master bedroom with his mama since we moved to this house about eight years ago. Older daughter wants to move Ben, and more importantly, all his stuff, into the open room. We know that getting him to actually sleep in there will take time. Possibly lots of time. Getting all his toys in there will be a great start. Plus, I think it will be good for him to have his own space. He’ll be eleven in September and heaven help us, puberty is just around the corner.
We all know how much humans like change. (Yes, that’s sarcasm) Autistic humans have even stronger feelings about change, so we’re expecting that things are going to be a little bumpier than usual. I’m actually surprised that Ben doesn’t seem to be bothered by his Auntie’s absence. She works afternoons and was often out with friends so she didn’t really see him that often. Mostly in passing on weekends. He saw her moving her things out and we all talked about it. Maybe he doesn’t have strong feelings about it either way. She has been by several times in the past month, so it’s not like she just vanished.
So now it’s just King Ben and Mama and Grandma. I don’t see that changing at all.