Welcome!

Thank you for your post.
Saying I'm not alone (and knowing it) means a LOT. When I was in Europe, I was pretty isolated (and known in our village as the woman who had the "idiot" for a son). Just knowing I'm not the only mom facing challenges with my son really helps me face some of the battles.

He has a schedule (am = Yankees and pm = economic policy). He shocked me this afternoon by telling me he was sorry that my date didn't go well. I hadn't told him anything about it but in the middle of discussing the German economy, he threw in that he was sorry and then quickly resumed his discussion we've had every day for the past three years. It sounds silly but those little things (that happen once every year or two) that give me hope. He feels emotions but in a different way than other people. Then ten minutes later he went into the bathroom and pulled down the towel rack and followed that up by breaking another one of the glass milk bottles and cutting his hand and not so much as crying/flinching while he left a trail of blood through the kitchen. I told him his hand was bleeding and he only said "Oh". My 12 year old then asked me if when I die, does this mean he has to take care of his older brother and pour his milk too.
Every day is a roller coaster but it's a ride I'm used to.