Children with asd often only start to show symptoms at nursery because nursery is noisy, they cannot order it, it is more difficult to predict it, a more intense and complex level of interaction is required, other children don't 'give' on matters like older children and babies and adults do.
It's difficult for them to find a coping strategy.
Ds1 found his by playing with the train track and refusing to do 6anything^ else for more than 4 seconds unless it was counting things with his key worker.
She mentioned that this was a concern.
I came on here and parped "What a fucking farce, have you ever heard anything so ridiclous, he's a perfectly normal, VERY cuddly and friendly little boy! ABsurd! Fuck off!"
because it was not a side of him I saw.
Yes, he was destructive - aren't all four year old boys? Pah! (as it turns out, they aren't)
Yes, he asked "Why?" continually - don't all four year olds do that? (Not without listening to the answer or making some effort to wait until you have finished speaking before asking again, no)
And what little boy doesn't like to play with trains??? For fuck's sake! (they do ... just not for 15 hours a week without pause for food, drink, or human interaction)
But of course, at home, there was jusy me, and his dad. We knew him, we made him, for god's sake. And he made us. Children make the parents too.
i was so accustomed to ds1 and his logical ways that I thought there was something wrong with Ds2 and his apparent non-grasp of how the goddamn world works ("I am BIGGER than the bus, I don't need to walk on the path!")
I had never been defied.
ds1 had never refused to accept "You cannot do that because I do not want you to."
he is a clever, funny, handsome, kind, friendly, squeezy, freckly green eyed love-in-a-boat, but he is autistic, no matter how much I don't want him to be.