She wanted chocolate from the station shop. I said no. She screamed all the way to the train and refused to walk. I carried on walking and she started the ole 'I want my mummy, she left me all on my own' stuff and in rush hour caused quite a crowd.
So I went to collect her, looked at her little bag that she adores, looked at the baby doll she was holding and dreamed of the on the tracks, then bent down and gave her a symbolic but pretty harmless smack on her well covered bottom.
It isn't something I usually 'do' but it isn't something I feel terribly guilty about on occasion either.
Anyway, holding her hand and walking along the platform now a woman rushes up to us and frightens dd by saying in a loud and scary voice 'Are you alright? I saw you get hit. You shouldn't get hit!' DD clung onto me tightly and I couldn't help but laugh at the silly woman.
It was almost nice to have someone criticise and comment on my parenting without the embarrassment, apologeticness, shame that goes with trying to prevent a child with ASD from hurting himself or annoying others.
DS incidentally was being an angel the whole time.
I'm not sure what made me laugh but I think it was that she looked like the witch from Wizard of Oz and had a black swirling coat and rushed in at us from the side. She's probably a SW!