Silly me, writing yesterday about how I thought we might have hit rock bottom with Jack, our 7-year-old son who struggles with severe autism. We had a train wreck of a weekend, but I thought he was turning the corner. He had a fairly peaceful night on Sunday and then a relatively decent morning on Monday.
I got home from work last night and got the rundown on how everybody was doing. All three kids had been well behaved and were sitting on the couch in the front of the house. Jack was completely calm. Ahhh, what a breath of fresh air.
Not more than two minutes later, he started having another meltdown. He started hitting his head and escalating his crying. It was so out of the blue, we had no clue what was going on. It was totally bizarre. Of course, everything has been bizarre lately, so maybe that’s normal. At one point, he put his hands on his stomach, so we we figured he had a stomach ache.
Poor little dude with the leaky gut. Internal pain is the story of his life. [Read more…]