My bike tire blew last night on my commute home from work, making me an hour late. I was ranting and raving while trying to fix the tire on our front porch, and I slipped and gouged my face with a tire-repair tool. My son (AS, 8-y-o) said, "I'll help," ran in and got an ice pack, then brought it to me along with a hand towel for the blood.
With me, if I know the source of my anxiety, I can control my own reactive behavior. I'm pretty sure it's the same with autism/AS folks as well. If I don't know what's bugging me I can be a pain in the tush - and so can my son.
Human beings being human, if you ask me.
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"Learn to forgive yourself, again and again and again and again...." - S. Kopp