I felt like God and His Angels were laughing at me. As if some cruel joke was being played out in my life. Yes he wiped his shoe off with his hand, and then he did the ultimate, he wiped it onto his shirt.
I of course began to cry, I could only imagine how stinky we were going to be. This is around the time,
That I realized that I must be prepared for anything with this kid.
I looked ahead and there was a restaurant. I walked down to the restaurant, and requested some wet napkins. The owner looked at me and my son, and handed me three little napkins. He did not understand English, I had been crying, and he went into the back o f the store as if I wasn't there.
I wiped the little wild child's hands as best I could, but of course I could not wipe off the STINK.
This of course was just one of the many incidents of what I call Maddness. I had finally gotten him into school. His first day on the school bus, was as if he had been riding all his little life. I stood there with tears in my eyes as the bus pulled off and he was on his way.
He would leave home at around 7am, and I would try to spend the rest of my morning doing things that I could not get done with him home. When he would return, his knee high sweat socks would now be unraveled down to the ankle. Can you imagine seeing someone leave the house in long socks, and return in bobby socks. He had began to shred threads. On another occasion, he had managed to unravel my mother's couch. I was cooking in the kitchen, and he was in the living room. I went to see what he was up to because as with any child he was being quiet, this often for most parents means that kid's into something. Upon entering the living room there in the middle of the floor was a pile of gold thread.
Not a small pile, but a rather large pile. I could not believe that this kid, had managed to unravel the gold thread out of the couch. He of course thought this was funny. (inappropriate laughing.) I was on the other hand trying to figure out how I was going to tell my mother that he had done this, and looking at the couch to see if there was still enough thread that maybe she would not notice. Ahh, but she did notice. By now he was seven and I was twenty five. I just wanted to live a normal life. I prayed and awful lot. There was not a lot of information at that time, during the 80's about Autism. I became more and more depressed. No one seemed to have any answers. I was alone in the world with people and family all around me. No one knew what to say, or do. I had to search for the antidote for my own sanity, and his development.
