As usual, I begin the day cooking triple berry muffins for breakfast while the kids watch cartoons. My oldest is the last to arise from his slumber and as he joins us, we all quickly can tell today will be anything but “normal.” To add to the brewing storm, today, I have a zoom meeting scheduled with my supervisor.
My oldest son with autism wakes in a mood. He is irritated and upset, filling me with an impending sense of dread and anxiety about my meeting. As the morning progresses so does my son’s irritation. The morning is filled with the ebb and flows of my son screaming, crying, meltdown after meltdown. Because he can’t tell me what’s wrong, I don’t know why it’s started, or what I can do to stop it, or how long this rollercoaster of emotions will last.
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