Ultimate C(*&blocker
Yes, I went there. Unfortunately, THERE is a lot of Life With Autism. Last night my husband and I were all so romantic. Kissing. Even in front of the kids. "Ew. Stop that!" Kissing all evening. Then bed time for boys. A beer. Bed. Kissing. Clapping. Telling us we were like an 11 on a 10 point scale? No. It's a stim. Clapping so hard that he gets calluses on his hands. That sometimes crack open. THAT hard. And laughing, hooting, singing, reciting at the top of his voice. Definitely a romantic killer. I went in with him. Lots of hysterical laughter. A fellow parent described it as not the happy laughter, but psychotic. Like the Joker's laugh right before he blows up a building. Then Sam complained he couldn't sleep (their rooms adjoin.) I urged Nathan over and over to practice his calming techniques ('smell the flower, blow out the candle.) A moment of peace. Then more shouting and high pitched, loud laughter. To my disgrac