Another day where it all seems to hard.
Another day where I didn't do what I wanted because it was easier not too.
Another day where I wonder whats the point. Where achieving anything seems futile.
Feeling despondent.
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James threw tantrums at the Hockey Stadium, he had been happy to get in the car but got more and more unhappy on the way in, I wonder if he expected to be going somewhere else.
At the hockey stadium my frustration meant I felt like boxing his ears.
I did get down at eye level and inquired gently about what was wrong. That did calm him, although he couldn't tell me what was wrong. At the BBQ afterwards he was difficult. He is starting to get more angry these days. Yesterday Michelle took him too the zoo, and he threw such a massive tanty that they had to leave after a short time there. We figure it was overload or something.

Tonight I did some of the 'floortime' technique with him for the first time. Trying to interact with toys, he won't even look, even if you get you hands in with his taking/giving things.
But I got a puzzle and after much prodding and repeating his name over and over when he didn't seem too keen to finish it, he came over and hit me. Thats never happened before. So I tried to get this to happen again and he did come over flailing.
I find this much better than no response, so something is getting through even if it's bad. I was pleased at my persistence.
Tonight I did a lot more reading of ABA on wrong planet and links, and have come to the conclusion that it works, and the opponents are Neurodiversity punks. I'm sick of those c*nts, hardly any of them seem like they have anything except social aversions.
Also mixed in with my thoughts are always those about me. I have strong suspicions James is quite lazy - like his dad! So I feel like pushing and demanding/expecting things of him will prove beneficial. Instead of saying 'Oh he's Autistic' and just letting something be.