Today was both a good and a bad day. On the good side, my son had two very good therapy sessions (occupational and speech). He was participating actively, in a good mood from actually being well-rested, and did very well overall.
On the flip side, by the time we got home he was exhausted and getting cranky. This is the only day that he had two therapy sessions back-to-back (a total of 2 hours) and it taxes his limits.
After we got home he had the kind of breakdown he rarely has, where he crosses over from being a little kid having a tantrum to having an autistic fit. He had a rough time of it. Screaming, scratching, biting, kicking, shaking his head rapidly, and finally gave himself a nosebleed. At which point it stopped, because that blood shocked him out of it and was terribly interesting to him.
I hate when he has those fits. Not because he’s a monster when he does it, but because it’s a whole other step above being a monster. I can tell he’s not in control, he’s in a total fit and can’t even hear me. The best thing I can do during that is try to hold him so he doesn’t hurt himself and try and soothe him.
I’m glad these days don’t happen often.
