Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Autism speaks? At my house it screams.

I'd love to sit here and write a post about what happened between 3:00 to 4:00 p.m. from the time my 15 y/o autistic super hero got home from high school, til the time I got home.

I'd love to tell you about the raging, screaming, swearing tantrum (oh, sorry, I'm not allowed to call it a tantrum, I'm supposed to call it a melt down, despite the fact that it's a big effing tantrum) and the two broken picture frames he threw.

But I can't, because I have glass to clean up, and two autistic littles fighting.  Sometimes my life really sucks.

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