Parenting Tip #10537 – Do not, if you can avoid it, try to toilet-train an unready child on the autistic spectrum at the time that your other child is in the one-and-a-bit-years-old more-mobility-than-sense into-everything stage, particularly not if this also happens to coincide with a time when work is in its busiest season and you are also spending tiresome amounts of time sorting out the fallout of a recent car accident.
We could not, unfortunately, avoid it, or at least not if we wanted Jamie to have a reasonable stab at avoiding being the exception to that supposedly reassuring thing people say to parents struggling with toilet training about how they Never Start Big School In Nappies, After All. So, for the past four weeks, huge amounts of our time have been taken up with trying to persuade Jamie to leave what he's doing and come and sit on the toilet, and with playing games with him or singing songs to keep him entertained while he's there (the 'Coat of Many Colours' song from Joseph's Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat has proved particularly popular – I always knew my obsessive memorising of the entire long list of colours would find an appreciative audience some day), and with watching him like a hawk so we can notice quickly when he wets himself and send him straight to the toilet in hopes that it'll strengthen the connection in his mind, and with mopping up puddles, and with doing extra laundry. Since huge amounts of time is something we don't actually have, this means life is, currently, reaching new dimensions of exhaustion.
I will post again. Someday. But I may be gone for some time.