Hmm, well, when ds was born and I had to cope with him, with no help nor clear idea why I was different from anyone else (at that early stage),it pushed me into all sorts of emergency coping strategies. It was soon after we'd had three out of four parents die, soon after I'd nearly lost my life after an ectopic preg. and I don't think we'd really coped with any of it. Mum was in hospital for many months, so not only did I have a very screamy sick fighty baby where every moment was a battle, but I was having to go back and forth to the hospital every day to see if she was still alive or not.
Once ds became able to move, he turned from screamy fighty baby to yelling fighty runner instead. DH would often come home from work to find me in a Right Old State to be honest. I was, and am, a good mum, like many people with an ASD: We learn every rule, read every book, have infinite patience with many repetitive things. Not easy, but I learned what children need, and I could eventually find some way to explain things to him even if it took 100 attempts, but it used up every 'spoon'* I had, plus all of the next year's supply. By late evening I'd be 'shutting down'/getting hysterical and there was certainly one evening when I got in the car and just drove off. I had no idea where I was going or what I thought I was doing, but I was totally utterly unable to cope any more. The police found me - my car had one of those stickers that says it shouldn't be out after midnight. I got home.
In the absence of any answers, help, advice, support, treatment, therapy or otherwise, I found a glass or three of wine. It at least took the edge off things. And the usual aspie stuff - wrapping myself in the duvet, stims etc. And, if I had any chance, my obsessive hobbies.
Is parenting an SN child fun? Not normally, no. We need some sort of system of medals. But he's lovely now
(* Christine Miserandino - spoon theory)