Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Would this contract hold up in court?

Desperate times make for desperate mothers. Last year, when he was nine, my son Colin started refusing baths. This water paranoia seemed to have come out of the blue, because he never had trouble with it before. I even have really adorable video footage of him in a big Jacuzzi tub with his brother, playing with bubbles and giggling his head off. He’s never fallen in the tub, so when he suddenly just flat-out refused to get in the tub for his bath one evening, I figured it was just a fluke that day and put off bath-time for the next night.

Things didn’t go any better the next evening, either. In fact, my failed attempt trying to coerce Colin into the tub took hours and a lot of years off my life. Suddenly, something that my son had enjoyed, or at least tolerated, had become what I call “a Thing with a capital “T” and even though Colin is “verbal,” he couldn’t explain to me why getting into the bathtub was suddenly so intolerable.

The next day, with my son becoming more in need of a bath, my visiting sister told me to relax and allow her to handle it. No such luck. The boy who was typically eager to please his favorite auntie behaved like a cat being dipped for fleas and my sister ended up the wetter one.

When I’m up against a dilemma that seems to have no solution, I sometimes get just plain silly. This was one of those times.
I don’t know which exhausted, over-wrought corner of my brain the idea came from, but I decided, just for the heck of it, to ask Colin to sign a “Bath Contract.”

Now, I’m no lawyer, and I’m sure it wouldn’t have held up in court, especially because it didn’t contain any big legal words, but this is what I typed up:

“I, Colin, agree to take a bath every Sunday night before bed.
I don’t have to take a bath any other night if I don’t want to. Love, Colin”

I left a space for him to write his name then read it to him and explained that he does need to take a bath sometime, and that if he wrote his name on it, it meant he would have to take a bath, but only on Sundays, that’s it. I just assumed he’d refuse to “sign” it and run off.

Imagine my surprise when he took the pen from my hand and wrote “C-O-L-I-N” very carefully and deliberately under the word “love.” I explained again, in simple language, how that meant he was making a promise and it was “the rule” that if he signed his name under a promise, he’d have to keep the promise. I then hung the “bath contract” on the refrigerator and proceeded to point it out to him for the rest of the week. He always responded to my reminders with a “yup” or an “okay,” but I didn’t really expect anything to come of it.
I just braced myself for Sunday evening’s bath battle.

On the next Sunday, after supper, I took the “contract” down and showed it to Colin, told him it was Sunday, which meant it was time to keep the promise he signed, and watched in utter amazement as he said “okay” and walked up the stairs, got undressed, and turned on the bath water!!! I allowed him to control the temperature, which also might have had something to do with his new attitude of cooperation, and helped him calmly step into the tub safely and sit down and get clean, finally.

After a lot of “yays!” and “what a good boys!” we called my sister with the good news. I put the freshly clean Colin on the phone to tell her himself: “I take a bath, Aunt Bowbie!” Aunt Barbie had heard about the “bath contract” and we had had a good laugh over the stupid things we sometimes try as mothers to get our kids, autistic or not, to do what we need them to do. Unbelievably, we haven’t had an issue with baths ever since. Still, I’m afraid to jinx our record and try this crazy idea on the door-slamming problem or the no-eating-Nestle’s-Quik-powder with a spoon at 5 a.m. issue….

3 comments:

carol said...

Hi, found your blog from a local board here in Massachusetts, and I think they found it from About.com posting part of your letter to Jenny. Anyway, I think this is contract is a great idea!

mcewen said...

Well I am thoroughly delighted to make your aquaintance [thanks Liz] Like you, I have no idea where these 'things' come from.

Every time I think we might just be getting on an even keel, something blindsides me.

Did you ever, in your wildest dreams, think that we could ever become so inventive? I don't know about you [although I have my suspicions] but my children have been the making of me. How bizarre is that?

Very, very best wishes

wsh1266 said...

I love your blog!

At some point, if you are interested, i would love to have you as a guest on the LD Podcast, a podcast I produce for parents of kids with LD. I interview a lot of natinal experts, and I have my friend Melody on to talk about how things are with her autistic/asperger's son Alex, now 15, and what they're up to.
Kids with complex learning and social issues need a special kind of understanding, and not the miracle cures people like Jenny McCarthy are trying to peddle. I just wish more people understood development and got to the root of the problems, rather than searching for the magic beans. If you are interested, please contact me by email at ldpodcast (at) gmail.com.