DD.
My difficult, autistic, stroppy, exhausting, teenage DD.
The one I angst about frequently.
The DD who has smashed up my house, broken my bones and turned my hair grey.
The DD who has at times made me walk out snd fear not being able to turn around.
The DD who has made me cry.
For the last week had been Nice. Pleasant. Friendly. Cheerful.
Has voluntarily patted me (nearest thing to a hug i have had in years)
Has been to school without shouting.
Who today, did some homework.
Was watching something on Youtube with her sister without getting arsy and arguing.
She has laughed.
She has got out her uniform and sorted her bag for tomorrow.
Even DH is amazed.
What on earth has happened?