I see and respect all those who are working to help ND children do things they find almost impossible to do. You are heroic.
@ForCalmScroller you are parenting on the easy setting. The laughably easy setting. And you don't even know it.
The poster who wrote the words below is parenting on the hard setting (and smashing it, honestly).
In the past, at the point where there was violence and extreme distress, I thought it would be better for him to end up in hospital getting teeth pulled than to for me - an adult - to destroy my relationship with my disabled child by threatening and punishing my way to clean teeth.
It's been a very uncomfortable journey for me as a parent.
Some of you have no idea how destroying it is to have a child where, because of their own disability or difference, you cannot keep them as safe and as healthy as you want them to be. Frankly, the notch less serious than this is bad enough - having a child where you cannot help them be able to take part in society the way you would want, such as going to school.
Despite using all your effort and skill and energy every day. Despite showing up over and over again when you are exhausted, grieving for the life and parenting you wanted, sometimes bitten and kicked, always insulted and rejected, in their overwhelm, by the child you love and fiercely protect. Terrified that you have to give in to them being less healthy or well cared for than you think they need.
You still have to parent in those moments and do your best to be as healthy as possible while not trigger them. My DD, at one point if I had had a "standoff" about teeth, or "given her a hard parenting look" or any kind of bollocks, to do with me asserting authority which I expected her to follow, simply because she is a child - well, she used to go in her room, before I could get my foot in, push hard and barricade me outside. Then she would scream and then go quiet and sometimes I would need to call the CAMHS emergency line in case she was trying to harm herself. Sometimes she was indeed trying to harm herself.
Since she was a tiny child, reward, punishment, consequence, didn't work. Of course I forced her to clean her teeth age 4...5...6...10... sometimes by brute force!! But she turned around at 11 and became so severely burned out we had to drop it all.
Had she "learned I meant business"? with my "consistent, strong, routine"? My no nonsense parenting (which had worked fine on older DD and DS)? Had she buggery. She had been cowed into submitting and initially was simply too little to mount an eloquent fierce resistance to things that overwhelmed her senses.
Once she came into near-adult powers, she CHOSE what she would do. Right to the wire, eating, drinking, sleeping, washing. My job became to become as skilful as possible in the arts of relationship, persuasion, humour, de-escalation. To keep her as safe and well as I can, which is tragically not safe and well enough.