I have three boys very close together in age. One has autism, mild-moderate, one may have aspergers type autism and is mid assessment. They are a handful, I'm knackered a lot if the time and I can't say that their behaviour is brilliant. I have to tell them three or four times to do things, they test boundaries a lot, and are starting to plot against me too, the little monkeys. But as it stands, I'm the Boss and they accept that.
How ever, the thought of puberty and teenage years makes my stomach flip! Give it to me straight, am I in for the ninth level of hell?