Head-Banging Isn’t Fun


About a month ago, Jackson started hitting his head again. He hasn’t done that since his “catatonic stage” when he first showed signs of withdrawing and regression, pre-GFCF diet. The bumper of the van, the corner of the dresser, every doorpost in the house planted their mark in the middle of his forehead, and before long, the school was sending notes home asking about the giant purple bruise on his head. We, of course, were disturbed by this self-injurious behavior and interrupted the head-banging as soon as possible, but after one or two hits, Jackson looked like the loser in a boxing match. Continue reading “Head-Banging Isn’t Fun”

Waiting 6 months for a kiss

Waiting 6 months for a kiss

In the last week Jack has used fewer words again than he has in a long time. The other night, I was feeling so discouraged by his progress, but I had another shift… Jason, desperate to connect with his son, had invented a new game that was apparently awarding enough to evoke a response from Jack.
“Give me five, Jack.” Pause…smack. I look up to see my husband, with Jack in his arms, jumping around in circles singing, “I got a five, I got a five. Whoo, whoo, whoo, WHOO!” He proceeded to offer this same reward as Jack gave each of his sisters a five, a hug, and even a kiss (we’ve waited 6 months for a kiss before).