Ah yes we all that 'going over'. He had one computer programme for example that he loved and played really well, then within a few days he could no longer access it as it sent him 'over'. It happens with just about everything he enjoys, it is so frustrating. Sometimes we've found giving a rest of a few months helps, but other things he loses completely and just can't seem to access them anymore.
Donna Williams did tell me I had to take control of his compulsions for him, as he isn't capable of doing so. We have a part success I think, not 100%.
Oh and talking of DW, it;s jst occurred to me that she's written a poem about that 'going over', it really explained to me what it was all about. Here:
PINK STREET LIGHT
Pink Streetlight called, and it tickled me,
It had my body in ecstasy,
It wound its way through body and soul.
It blinded my mind, I had no thoughts at all.
It had triggered a switch inside of my head,
And nothing else mattered
But Pink Streetlight instead.
Emotions climbed up overwhelmingly high,
My hearing went ?vroom? and climbed up to the sky,
Manic oblivion with only one goal,
To merge with Pink Streetlight with body and soul.
My name being called, now a whole world away,
An irrelevant world, I had nothing to say.
But as bliss now climbed over its mountain top peak,
Tipped the balance to terror, the urge now to speak.
To say ?help its hurting?, now as senses screamed raw,
I?d had more than enough, still compulsion craved more.
My spirit came down in a terrified pile,
My face now wore terror in a grimace-like smile.
I looked inside my head for a sentence to say,
I found nothing but sawdust, all thought gone astray.
Of the familiar there was now not a trace,
No connection with name, body, words, touch or face.
Some hair came towards me, I leaned forward to smell.
The familiar returned and retrieved me from hell.