It’s taking too long, this tiptoeing over glass.
Shall I grab your arm and yank you
out of harm’s way?
You scream and roar, suddenly heavy, limp
on crumpled knees, demanding to be put
right back where you were.
What's it like parenting a child who isn't autistic? Is it the same? Both my kids are like this, though they seem to mellow out a bit as they get older. The younger one still rages and roars, especially at her big brother when he insists on helping her out. I think she is teaching him patience. He would probably be a very different person right now, if it wasn't for his little sister.