From the Wolf Den

It is always a sort of let down to go from the high of face-to-face visits with Wolf to the Hour of Power the first week we are home. Not bad, just different.

This morning was like most others; Wolf eating ice over the phone, which drives me absolutely nuts (and he probably knows it), Therapist R. catching up on the weekend and last week, since he was on vacation during our visit, and Yukon and I stretching our brains to make sure we can coherently engage in a dialogue at 6 in the morning. Ah, yes, here we go again.

We talked a lot about Wolf's ability or inability to be able to read the potential pitfalls of a situation and reacting with the appropriate strategy before his brain shuts off and he gets into trouble. That's hard. Really, really hard. His brain is wired to act first, think later, and switching it in reverse is like watching a train come barreling down the track at full speed and then trying to stop suddenly. Hence the term 'train wreck'. I can't imagine trying to learn how to do it. I think it would be a lot like staring at a pot of coffee and not drinking it.

We'll see what happens, though. CHYC is going to push him hard to begin the process, and hopefully he'll see the benefits of thought-switching. Hopefully.