I've name changed because I'm ashamed of myself but I am sick to death of autism. I'm sick of the violent melt downs. She's 6 and getting stronger by the day. She can and has popped safety gates off door frame and dented walls. She hits and kicks and bites and head butts and throws anything she can in what seems to be blind rage when she meltdowns. I'm sick of hearing it's a difference not a disability and it's a part of her not something she suffers from - she does suffer. I don't want to celebrate her difference because it's killing me watching her suffer through it when she's in distress and when she can't articulate what is even upsetting her. I'm sick of desperately trying to keep DC2 out of the firing line when she goes off. I'm sick of trying and failing to explain in a way she understands why she can't see her friends or grandparents, why her birthday party and all the things we had countdowns to on the calendar couldn't happen or why her dad is now still at work at bed time.
I just wish autism didn't exist