Huge Triumph

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It finally happened.

After months and months of fretting, hoping, wondering how in the world to communicate with our unsocial three-year-old, a monumental thing occurred tonight.

He peed in the toilet!

Okay, mostly in the toilet. But I'm not about to be bothered by a few stray ml. on the seat.

HE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you want the background story on why this is such a momentous thing, read on. If not, fine. Go back to your "interesting" life.

DS3 is very bright and independent. He has never asked for help with anything he could do on his own. That includes climbing bookshelves nine feet high to get an interesting knick-knack, unlocking every child-proofed cupboard to feed himself and scatter food all over every room in the house, stripping naked whenever and wherever the urge strikes him, "cleaning" the house with 5 entire bottles of Lysol in three days, and disposing of dirty diapers in the worst possible places.

He never tells me what he needs, because in his mind, there's absolutely no need to ask for anything. Unfortunately, he hardly ever talks at all. He's been counting to 20 forward and backward for two years. He can count to 100 by tens. He can recognize and name all the letters in the alphabet. He can read some simple words. He sings songs from memory, recites entire episodes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Bunnytown, and loves classical music.

But he won't talk to communicate.
About anything.
Including the need to go potty.

He was assessed by a speech pathologist a few months ago. They found that his social skills and speech skills fall between 1-2 years old. His math and reading skills fall between 5-7 years, with one or two 8 years thrown in for good measure.

Okay, now for the really obvious revelation: there's some suspicion that he's mildly autistic. I think he's just too smart and stubborn to need or want to talk.

Whatever, he peed in the toilet today. I'm a super happy mom.