If you've been reading the blog for a bit you're aware that there are a lot of mysteries to solve when it comes to Josh and I do have a tendency to reference CSI. That's probably because being Josh's mom, or the parent of any autistic child for that matter, requires more than your average amount of detective work.
For the last couple of weeks, I noticed that Josh was taking off his right shoe a lot. He would come out of school with it half off and just be walking on the heel of it or would be wiggling his foot around like there was something bothering him when I would put it on. He does have some small plantar warts on his heel, but he has them on the right one as well and through some careful, after-he's-asleep ninja applications of Compound W, they are mostly gone. So I didn't think it was that. I kept checking his socks to make sure I hadn't missed any objects or lint collections that he sometimes likes to put in there (see my post "Movers and Shakers" for more on that if you haven't already). I decided he was just working his sock between his toes for more sensory input and tried to not worry about it.
Yesterday evening, when I was cleaning up after the boys were asleep, I noticed the shoe in the hall so I picked it up to put it by the door. Something was missing. Then I saw an insole a little ways away. I picked it up and went to put it back in the shoe, when I noticed that it wasn't the right insole. It was from his last pair of shoes, for the other foot. Hmmm. Well, so where's the one that actually goes with this shoe??? The search began. I thought it was odd, because the one that wasn't for that shoe was so close to it and I could not find the correct one. Then I remembered putting the old pair away so I went to check and sure enough, found the insoles as well right next to them... except one of them was actually the one that was supposed to be in the current right shoe. *insert A-HA moment here* Realizing that he had had the wrong insole in the right shoe for the last couple weeks, I put the correct one in. Poor kid! He plays with all of our shoes (also see "If the Shoe Fits" for this!) and loves to take out the insoles and I have to play match-up at the end of the day. Somewhere along the way I messed up and mixed one up, though it could very well have been Josh himself as he will put them in sometimes too. It's so hard when he can't just TELL me what's wrong.
Feeling somewhat triumphant with one more mystery solved, I put on his shoes for school this morning thinking he would be so happy that it wouldn't feel so weird anymore. He stood up and as he was walking away, I noticed that he was now moving his left foot oddly in the shoe...
My name is Sarah. Seattle. JSI.
*puts sunglasses on*