I have a child with autism. My son, my first born, was diagnosed about 14 months ago, though I knew when he was less than 2 that there was something "different" about him.
The reason I bring this up is because this morning we had a meltdown over jeans. Two weeks ago, he fell at church and skinned his knee and ripped his church pants. So he had no church pants to wear today. And he had to wear jeans. I wanted him to find the brand new, black jeans that were purchased a few weeks ago, so I asked him to look for them.
I was immediately greeted with sobbing as though his little 10.5 year old heart would break. And then wailing. Complete with lying on the floor. Needless to say, he didn't wear his black jeans to church. And some days, I just want to give up... Anyway, this was the start of my Sunday. And I am sure that it won't be the last meltdown of my day.
I'd blame the full moon, but that was several nights ago now... oh well..