December 16, 2021

Breakfast has become an issue recently. John has been taking forever to eat. He stares at his food, not eating it, or takes really small bites. He typically eats a gross hot pocket for breakfast, despite being offered better options. I thought maybe he's getting sick of hot pockets (finally!). But I've given him a few other things and the story is the same. Meanwhile I get increasingly aggitated myself because I need to get to work. One day this week he was really upset about breakfast. He said something strange about killing children, and me making him kill children. It was really weird. It seemed like he was associating killing children with eating his breakfast. I whisked the food away and moved on with the day, distracting him from those horrible thoughts. He hasn't mentioned anything like that again, so maybe it was some strange day dream. Still, it was kinda scary. He hasn't refused to eat at any other time of day, so at least the eating issue is limited to the mornings. At least for now. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but he's been afraid to go outside after dark. Or he's afraid for me to go outside after dark. If I step out the front door to get the mail, he feels it's necessary to go out with me to protect me from animals or any other danger lurking in the night. The irony of it is that if there really was something dangerous out there, he'd make it more difficult because I'd have to protect him as well as me. He means well, but he's really no help at all! It's sweet, but annoying. My quick trip to the mail box ends up taking twice as long because he moves rather slowly while I'm trying to rush about. The same thing happens inside the house too. I hurry from room to room, and he follows me. Then I turn around and practically run into him! We do look like a pair of idiots!