Ds1 was awarded HRC and LRM for the same diagnosis (ADHD and Autism) and I think it's because as a combination, it makes for the most unpredictable child you could possibly imagine.
take it. Like you, I use it to pay for the things he destroys (I cleared out 3 binbags of broken things from his bedroom yesterday), and for taxis when his behavior makes us late (at least twice a week) or when his brother is exhausted through being woken up in the middle of the night to be drilled on his times tables are asked to sneak downstairsand play the nintendo ds's. I pay for endless paper, so he can indulge his origami penguin obsession, I pay for cotton sheets and duvet covers because he can FEEL poly cotton, further more they have to be washed at least 5 times before he will consider them on his bed ..... He's eight yearsold, I should be able to go out of earshot, but I can't, because occasionally I find him trying to beat his brother with no holds barred, and he DOESN'T stop to a voice command, I have to DRAG him away.
I paid for a short caravan holiday, because his brother SHOULD see the beach, he shares a room with Ds1 and that in itself earns him a holiday in a THREE bedroom caravan where he gets to sleep on his own for once (he usually resorts to my bed- he's five, and doing it for peace, not comfort).
I bought a trampoline and a Pilates ball, to do Ds1's occupational therapy exercises on, and also to calm him during stressouts.
I bought a lock for my bedroom door, one with a key, so I have somewhere to hide my precious things (what I have left)
I replace plates, cups, bowls, lost cutlery, lost shoes, lost uniform, lost drinks bottles, ripped books, broken DVDs, sofas that have had so many things spilled on them that they are made of fruity yeasty cheese .... I replace sheets, towels duvet covers and clothes and curtains that he has taken the (still not bloody found!) stashed pair of nail scissors to.
I replaced the mattress because he wouldn't tolerate a plastic sheet and still wet the bed (thankfully dry now)
These things, they are little annoyances day after day for us, but you have to remember that we live in almost intolerable conditions. Weare living with children who either don't grow up, don't grow out of things fast, do destructive things more often than average, and sometimes regress. Ds1 now chews everything. He didn't used to! We aren't dealing with the short term 2 years of destructiveness between 18 months and 3.5 years of age (which is how long Ds2 was destructive for, and I am not proud of saying that during those two years, when they were both at it, I cried daily). Our bombsite surroundings may never resolve. there is light at the end of the tunnel, but there is a 50% chance it's a bonfire of all our prized possessions!
And ohhh the time, the time it takes to get anything done.
Ds1 is 8, Ds2 is 5. In the morning, I will say "ds2, get dressed, then sit and eat your breakfast. Ds1. Put your pants on. Pants. Put them on. Get another pair then. Now put THOSE on. Ds1. DS1!!!! PANTS!!!! now trousers. No, not those trousers, they aren't school trousers. Put the ones on that I gave you. These trousers. Put them on. No, sit down on the floor first or you'll fall- yes, see? You fell. Sit down. Put your trousers on. DS1! Put the lego down. TROUSERS!!!"
It actually is not normal to spend each and every morning going through each and every item of clothing 15 times. And we forget, because to us, it is normal. In that it has happened ever day for 6 years.