Quarantine Journals - Struggling Artist

Oliver has become such a perfectionist when it comes to his artwork that I legitimately do not know how to survive it.

Today, he was trying to draw a picture of his friend Callan. And what he drew was so sweet and cute. Honestly, it was the best looking person that I think he's ever drawn. But he looked at it, and then he threw himself on the ground and was just screaming. And when I tried to talk him down, he jumped up, crumbled it into a ball, and then stomped over and threw it in the trashcan.

I went and got it out of the trash, straightened it out, and told him that I loved the drawing and that I was happy to keep it if he didn't want it. But that there was no reason to crumble it up and throw it away because it was beautiful. So he waited for me to turn around, and then he grabbed it crumbled it up and threw it away again. Then he threw himself on the floor and sobbed for like half an hour screaming "I can't do it right!"

I'm really concerned that Oliver is going to be considered very strongly on the spectrum with how easily triggered he is by the touch of a hair or a drop of water on his shirt or any imperfection in his vision of the world around him.

I don't know how to help him or explain to him that he is 3 and will not be able to draw Mario the same way he looks in his books.

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