Against my gut, I have sat on my hands and let the school take action for three violent autistic children. My own autistic son, hyper-sensitive to noise, has now associated noise with violence. Thank you for nullifying all the years spent trying to desensitize him so he doesn't have to live his life wearing headphones. Thank you for making the simple occurrence of hearing another's cry = fear for James. As of Monday, you have cemented this in his brain. James was bitten, breaking the skin, in the center of the back. Unbelievable. After a traumatic experience, we then had to sit in a doctor's office with understandably crying, sick children for an hour. Not only did I have to shell out non-existent funds for the co-pay and two prescriptions, I have to put my kid on antibiotics - for 10 days - knowing the drug will throw him into an OCD quagmire. All because a problem was not adequately handled AND because I did not act. Sure, I complained but I did not demand. I will beat myself up at a later date after I extract James from this mess. Wish me luck.
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