he might scream “I WANT A BISCUIT! I WANT A BISCUIT!” Over and over. If I did give in to it and hand him a biscuit though, that would be thrown or crushed. It went beyond any initial desire, because the rage became a power in itself.
…there has been much speculation about Autism diagnosis, particularly with the more recent rise in statistics. Are we over diagnosing it now? Is it being miss-diagnosed? What makes one person diagnosable? Where is the line?
We were all shaken today. Shaken by the sound of many emergency vehicles. Shaken by the horrendous traffic and police helicopters overhead.
Taz loves trains. There’s nothing more certain in his life then that statement. It seems that we have lucked out because he has an obsession that is in the list of ‘acceptable interests’. Not only do most kids love them, but even adults.
It was Father’s Day, so our usual Sunday roast plans were ditched for an evening of watching planes.
