well you know I've been brushing up lately on my Autism Knowledge...

I've been reading some new books, deciding to try some new stuff and on my way to become a more knowledgeable parent....

I've just almost finished reading: "Children with Starving Brains" (Dr. Mc Candess) and "A Biological Approach to Autism" (William Shaw)...both books got me motivated to start a supplemental approach with Miss C.

So I went online bought some trial samples and decided that yesterday was a great day to start, at least with Vitamin B-6 and some Magnesium.

I bought chewable wafers....nice tasting ones too...

Hey they taste great...they're small...they come in a cute little tub....fun fun fun!!

Silly Wabbit.

Miss C wasn't having it.

She bit, she screamed she wailed.

I shoved the wafer in her mouth, she spit it out, I shoved, she spit, I shoved, she almost chopped off my finger..

I rubbed the wafer on her teeth...I covered her nose so she could open her hermetically sealed mouth.

My dad stood behind me: "You are torturing this child!!!! This is sooo wrong!!"

(*&^%$#@!#$!!!!

"I spent mula on these here pills and she's gonna eat em' if it's the last thing I do".


I managed to force down one...I was too beat and too tired to go for another one. She started to force herself to vomit....I shook her like a rattle..."Don't you dare throw up!!! don't you dare!!"
I went upstairs and did what any other parent would do. I banged my head on the door for a few seconds. I am having a lovely week.

Today I felt masochistic.

I polverized the vitamins and placed them in some juice. I tried to bribe her.
"Drink up and get a prize".

I could have gotten her a life-long pass to Toys R Us and she couldn't have given a crap.

We went through the whole scenario again.

the crying the biting the screaming.
the banging head on door.

to top it all of Vader and I had a pro-wrestling match on my parental 'quack filled techniques'.

It went something along these lines:

"I don't agree with that diet of hers. That isn't a diet. It isn't fair. She is sick, she needs food. Pizza isnt' gonna hurt her".

"Yeah...Pizza is great for all kids...all the cheese, the wheat, the sauce... I just have Miss C climbing up walls for another week and a half....I love being a wicked mother and not allowing her to have any fun. Who gives a crap if she doesn't get any better, let her swallow donuts by the dozen!"

::sigh::

back to this morning...
I took her to school, she rolled her eyes and gave me her best: Drop dead look.

tonight I'm on the same plan.

She is gonna take those vitamins.


someone is gonna have to give.

and it ain't gonna be me.