tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420419511488075050.post8368164286790760006..comments2023-12-30T00:39:35.575-08:00Comments on Anybody Want a Peanut?: Doughnuts and InspirationWantapeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11993949583915924482noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420419511488075050.post-32575064206452821772013-07-03T21:06:05.524-07:002013-07-03T21:06:05.524-07:00Experienced that & worse for seemingly innocuo...Experienced that & worse for seemingly innocuous situations. Sunday night, my husband made pizza & my son ate it very happily, having asked for it all day - we keep pre-made pizza crust companies in business. We purposely saved a few slices for the kid, as we always do. Monday & Tuesday night, I offered him a slice, only to have him instantly scream "no pizza! no pizza!" scream wordlessly, throw stuff, curl up into a ball & bang his head (fortunately, into a couch cushion). The same pizza that Wednesday (tonight), he ate happily again without incident. I don't get it. I wish I did.Jenny Saul-Avilahttp://minutetominutemommy.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420419511488075050.post-91538545519068402592013-07-01T07:36:45.618-07:002013-07-01T07:36:45.618-07:00My son has awful moments of losing his shit. It i...My son has awful moments of losing his shit. It is heart breaking for me. And there are times when I too lose my shit. It's not good. Some days I'm full of hope and positivity and I love hearing/reading about all the great ways that other autistic people have turned out I all the amazing things they have accomplished .... but then there are moments when I just can't see the up-side to any of this and all I want is for my son to not have these issues. If that means he would also not be autistic anymore then I'm ok with that. I know that's a controversial thing to say these days and I don't mean to insult any autistic person reading this but the tantrums and the VERY limited communication and all the rest of it, is hard on me and it's hard on my son and it's hard on my husband and on my other son. It's just hard. Deeniehttp://www.lifeonthejtrain.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420419511488075050.post-87077275193132421512013-06-22T07:26:51.154-07:002013-06-22T07:26:51.154-07:00That looks like Princess triplet when we get stuck...That looks like Princess triplet when we get stuck at red lights. She can hold it in for a little bit, but in the van & not moving (or as I've heard, on the bus and not moving) can cause distress like this for her. It wasn't always this way. I can trace it back to when we had to wait in the van for a really long time in order to pick up her teen sister from school. Ever since that day, she has hated any time of being buckled into a car seat but not moving. I'm hoping we'll get through this phase and she'll get back to a place where red lights aren't so horrible.Tripped Up Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01624343398048137536noreply@blogger.com