Booga loves a shaved face

Booga loves to have a shaved face.

And generally, most nineteen year old men can shave their faces without much assistance.

However, we are talking about Booga.

Who is going through a phase when he doesn't want help for anything; not shaving, not putting things away, not pouring a drink, or putting on a coat, doing dishes, cutting lettuce…etc.

Nothing.

When you do attempt to render assistance he has a tendency to become irate and yell at you, "I can do it!" and the ever present, "I can do it myself!"

Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that everyone needs a little help now and then; sometimes it's better to accept the help than to sit there and wallow in your inability- just for the sake of pride.

So one night, not to long ago, he decided he needed to have what he calls, "A cut and shave."

Which I most often will allow him to do on his own, with me peeking in on him (when he doesn't go off and do it behind my back; again with the whole, "I can do it myself") because he does a pretty good job of it; at least, that was until it wafted through his mind that extraneous hair under his wrist watch needed to go…

I guess it was because it was being pulled by the elastic watch band...And it does make sense now doesn't it?

Now occasionally he cuts himself, which is why he needs constant supervision at home. This particular night, he cut his arm when he was trying to shave and came out to me, with his arm in a towel and said in a very shaky voice….

"Mom, I need a band-aid."

You can't know the terrorized look I gave him.

I pictured an ambulance and some late night frantic phone calls to his father, brother and sister.

It wasn't that bad though, just a knick.

I got him a band-aid and tried to help him put it on but it was the same, "I can do it!!!" thing we go through every time I try to help him with anything.

This was exacerbated quite honestly, by the red liquid dripping out the cut in his flesh.

Various threats ensued, such as, no television, no more pop, no going to the movies and so forth.

Have you ever tried to get a band-aid on your arm by yourself? It's darned near impossible.

Have you ever tried to explain that to an autistic person? Darned near as impossible.

So, we got it covered and he spent a good portion of the night in his room, self-stimulating and yelling parts of movies that were loud and violent and fit the profile of the feelings he was having at that time.

He knows when he's done wrong…However; he doesn't know the last four digits of his social security number. In fact, he doesn't know what a social security number is….

I was attempting to straighten up a matter with Booga's services one day and the girl on the other end said, "I need to speak to (Booga) to get his permission for you to access his account.

And I'm thinking…"The frack you say."

"Listen, Booga is a nineteen year old Autistic man."

"I will still need his permission."

"Well, I'm his guardian."

"Well, I still need his permission."

"Well, good luck with that."

So I decided to contact them again when Booga was home so it could be clear to them that he was incomprehensible by ordinary humans who had not been trained in Booga-speak.

He told them his name and address, but when it got to his social security number he looked at me for prompts.

Then suddenly that was all they needed.

When I got on the phone they attempted to blow me off by telling me about the mistake in the system and how it could gotten around.

WHO ARE YOU? AND WHY ARE YOU WORKING FOR MY GOVERNMENT?

Pretty friggin gigglishous, if you ask me.

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Mitch Hedberg - "I drank some boiling water because I wanted to whistle."