Ds had a bad afternoon on Sunday-very self directed and anything he didn't want to do caused lots of screaming. He wouldn't do anything with my parents(normally does) and he wanted me and me only, which made a mockery of giving me a break,which was the intention- very tired and frustrated me.
Yesterday after school was pretty much the same and a horrible hour before bedtime-he was fine once in bed and wanted stories,which calmed him-very tired and frustrated me.
Went to work today and the guy I work with,lovely chap, mentioned i looked fed up,I didn't mention DS,just said i was tired. He thought I meant work was making me tired(it is at the moment),but i should look on the bright side-lovely DS,DH with great job and how i should put work pressures aside and just think of my happy homelife- cue wibbling lip from me.
He looked shocked,and bless him asked if there was anything he could do to help-well that was it-the tears began to flow and have pretty much not stopped all day.
Tears for DS,tears for self pity,tears for fucking autism,tears for frustration, tears for anger,tears because some people just don't understand.
Tomorrow I will wake up and it will be fine, but some days it just fucking hurts.
Thank you for listening.x