Nude and naked.
I’ve already covered socks (Day #224 – Socks). This is much more…er, actually much less.
It is a common preference for children on the spectrum to be naked.
Why? Most likely due to the sensory issues.
Imagine wearing clothes where you can feel every seam, every texture. Every movement you make you can feel the fabric slide against your skin. Every stitch around a button-hole, the coolness of the back of a metal snap, the string of a hem – every piece touching a nerve that sends a signal to your brain.
Every move you make…you feel your clothing against your skin.
This weekend we went to several graduation parties and I couldn’t help but giggle at all of the nude pictures that people have of their children. It reminded me of my own picture collection.
He played trains…naked.
He washed cars…naked.
He watched television…naked.
He played outside…naked (he was a sneaky little bugger).
He carved pumpkins…naked.
And…if possible, he played dress-up…naked.
I know, I know – that one makes me laugh too!
Up until age eight he preferred nothing. The house we used to live in had a large glass window as part of storm door. He used to stand in front of the door and watch the cars go by. I often joked that we had nothing to ‘hide’ in our house, Tucker bared it all!
This was very difficult as most people didn’t really understand what he was experiencing. If there is one thing I have learned about parenting on the spectrum it’s to never, I mean NEVER EVER, make the child feel guilty for something they cannot control.
Please don’t ever punish your child for not being able to tolerate clothes. I KNOW it can be embarrassing. I KNOW it can be frustrating….but I always try to imagine myself in his shoes. I have moments when my pants don’t feel right or I’m wearing a scratchy fabric. When I would get frustrated I would imagine how it would be to feel that way all of the time.
It takes time and it takes patience and it may take a lot of deep breaths.
Tucker is 12 and we are finally to the point (in the past couple of years) that we are getting away with boxer shorts. Let me tell you – as soon as he gets home from school and/or playing in the yard, he strips down to boxers.
Is he really THAT different though? When I get home the first thing I do is change into yoga pants and put on a comfy t-shirt (or too big sweatshirt). Sure, I may not prefer to be in my skivvies…but I do prefer to be in clothes that are not restrictive.
Kind of like his education… the least restrictive environment (IEP folks will get that joke).
In the meantime, I feel like I should hang a sign on our door,
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Socks