I'll have to ask the resident member of a theology department which term Is more apropos to Charlie in this 2 1/2 week post-camp, pre-school, end of August period.
As said resident theology question-answerer informs me, Limbo was eliminated by 'them' some years ago. Purgatory makes me think of the Divine Comedy (and Virgil is still there to guide Dante in the Purgatorio).
It is a kind of holding-pattern period for Charlie. I can't say if he doesn't like it or not; he seemed glad enough Monday morning to find himself not going anywhere. We went for a walk, he smiled, Jim took him to the barber and he wasn't so smiley and cried some. (His face must still be tender from the infection?)
I lost track, but it seems like over 60% of the rest of Charlie's Monday was passed in what would be called massive stim behavior. Standing in one spot, making breathy (occasionally farty, best way to describe it) noises, twisting his head a bit round to the back, squatting down, blowing out, twisting his shoulders, putting his arms back a bit, crossing his arms in front of his chest and twisting his torso. He did this for long sessions in his room, in the parking lot of the burrito place, in the living room, in two different spots on a night walk (anticipating which, I brought insect repellent on the walk -- despite a good dosing, I still got several bites; clearly I am damned with bugs-love-me pheromones), in the kitchen. For minutes becoming hours. (It is after 2am as I write this and he is still at it in the kitchen.)
It is also the case that Charlie is congested, probably with a sore throat and fuzzy head (and, as inevitably, probable resulting stomach trouble).
Plus, it occurs to me that he has done some unusual things in late August days, especially when Jim has had to go in to Fordham for various functions (Tuesday's are the dissertations defenses of two of his grad students). Last year, Charlie basically stood on the sidewalk waiting for Jim for a good chunk of one day (6 1/2 hours) and then proceeded to spend most of another day sleeping.
I think Charlie's dealing with anxiety, stress and change in his own way. Frankly, I'm glad to wait it out (preferably not in parking lots, but you can't have everything). After having tried social stories, calendars, all kinds of clever iPad apps, 'first...then' type of talk, Jim and I decided to prepare Charlie for Jim being gone most of Tueaday by... Not talking about it at all.
It's become clear to us that there's no need to tell Charlie about such big changea in our very routine life. He figures it out and not from eavesdropping parental whisperings. Clearly we must communicate something in other ways and Charlie does a lot more than reading lips. He reads all actions and situations.
Rather than any sort of redirection (except in the parking lot, for obvious reasons called 'cars driven by people who aren't wanting a primer in autistic teenager habits'), we are letting be and being affirmative. Charlie is doing what he can to deal with things and deserves a lot of credit for that. Standing on sidewalks for over an hour and swatting at mosquitos is no paradise but if this is a substitute for SIBs, emptying cabinets of dishes, throwing books, knocking over bookshelves, smacking body parts on ours and other people's property, adding to the collection of the holes in our walls --- infereno-esque, some might say -- we'll take it.