It is only 8.00am in the morning and I feel terrible.
As I woke, my son (5 with HFA) came upstairs and offered me a biscuit and I went bananas.
I ran downstairs and as expected he had been stealing food out of the cupboards so bisuits and crumbs all over the sofa.
I lost it. I smacked him and practically dragged him downstairs moaning about how awful he was to steal, how he can't remember anything - just being horrible. He ended up crying and saying how he wanted to be like his friends but he can't because he has autism. 
I know it seems silly to lose it over a packet of biscuits but it just seems to be endless, the taking food out of the cupboards, breaking things, people advising me to put up no-entry signs on the house to try to stop him, I think I just hit breaking point. Poor lad, it's not his fault. I feel wicked, like a bully. I'm suposed to be on his side.
I think I'm posting because I just need to explain to someone, who might understand, why I totally lost it when all my son did was offer me a biscuit. 