On the Run

Many readers have been asking why I haven’t written much about My Little Pwdin lately and, I’ll be totally honest, it’s because things have been, to use the accepted term, challenging. Closer to the truth is to say it’s been a bit of a nightmare recently. Developmentally, things seem to have stalled in some areas and gone backwards in others. Physically, the boy is coming on in leaps and bounds.

Pwdin has had a growth spurt and a concomitant strength spurt. His gouging at my boobs, neck and face, although not in anyway aggressive, have become very determined and increased in force and he has recently taken to pinching very, very hard. I spend most of my time with the Pwd in my pyjamas or old clothes as he will stretch and tear whatever I’m wearing to get a handful of flesh. Thankfully, he seems to have stopped biting when we are trying to get him in his buggy or car seat but then, I think that’s because his kicking and bucking more than suffice to impede our progress. We have reached the point where taking Pwdin anywhere is a two person job.

With his increased size and strength, it’s a breeze to push furniture around and my not very little Pwdin has taken to diving over the units separating the kitchen from the dining room and into the kitchen. We chose this house because we loved this open plan area but now, we are going to have to put a wall between the two rooms. The legs have been sawed off Pwd’s bed as his bouncing on it was turning into diving off it and now this is the only piece of furniture in his room. Oh, and the poo painting has resumed and he’s not consistent with his chewing anymore.

Though it might sound like Pwdin’s exploits are driving me crazy, it’s the boy who keeps me sane. He is bigger and stronger but that makes his hugs bigger and cwtchier too. As well as the gouging he’s big into giving kisses. There’s nothing I can’t forgive when he comes over and squishes his cheek against mine (even if he is hanging on to my hair). He is, and always has been, a very loving little boy.

No matter how difficult his behaviour might be I would never want to be without my Pwdin. That’s why the events of last week were so terrifying. I had planned on naming the company involved but as I have had nothing but the most courteous and attentive response to my complaint from the very highest of places I will only refer to them as the Utility Company. To tell the story, here is a redacted copy of my complaint:

… Yesterday, due to the carelessness of [an individual working on behalf of the Utility Company] I could have lost my three year old son forever.
My child is severely autistic, has three words he uses infrequently and inconsistently and understands no language whatsoever – not even his own name. A [contractor’s employee] came to our home and though he appeared to shut the porch and front doors behind him, neither were closed firmly and my boy, [Pwdin], exited the house alone. I was assisting the meter reader and believed my son to be in the lounge.
When the [gentleman] left, I went to attend to my child but he was gone. Frantic, I phoned the police and flagged down a passing motorist (there was no one in the street) and asked him to stay outside my house until the police came while I searched…for [Pwdin]. I alerted anyone and everyone I saw and two young men took to their car and set about searching for him as did a few other neighbours. After about thirty minutes, though, it seemed infinitely longer, those two young men returned my child to me totally unscathed.
[The] operative was aware that a child was in the house … [Pwdin’s] behaviour is by no means typical of an almost four year old, so, it would surprise me if it wasn’t obvious that this child was disabled. Your operative also made a comment, the exact words of which I do not recollect, to the effect that he was concerned our small dog would get out as he entered my home.

The number one cause of death of autistic people under the age of 18 is accidents that occur from wandering off, most commonly drowning. Of course my hubby and I have gone to great, sometimes excessive, lengths to ensure our home is safe and secure for our beautiful boy. Pwdin is a fast, fit and healthy little man with boundless energy and covered quite a distance very quickly – he was found playing in gravel in a front garden some way up the street. Though very able bodied, Pwdin’s mental capacity is estimated to be, on average, akin to that of an eight to nine month old baby. He has no road sense, sense of direction, sense of danger nor receptive language. The awful potential consequences of him being in the street alone were the visions going through my mind as I frantically searched for my boy, all the time on the phone to the police.
Pwdin was found by two young men who I’d alerted to his disappearance. They jumped into their car and searched the neighbourhood for him. The very fact that two strangers could lead Pwdin to and put him in their car with no resistance is testament to how vulnerable a little boy he is and multiplies the “what ifs” in my mind. Thankfully, those two young men, to whom I owe so very much, had only the intention of bringing my boy back home. They are heroes to me.
I hope, very much, that the Utility Company in question, who are fully investigating, will look at procedures of the companies to whom they contract various operations and have them look at their standards for customer safety. This isn’t just a matter that affects families and people with autism but any with young children as well as those looking after people with dementia who are also liable to wander. The terrors of those frantic thirty odd minutes are emotions that I would not wish anybody to experience. I’m so grateful that I have my boy back to paint his room in poo, gouge me, chew my phone, tear up my floors and bite the dog. I don’t think I ever held him as tightly as I did that afternoon.

In Other News…

Pwdin’s speed and stamina were put to good use in a sponsored triathlon. His class often go out on trips and because, like Pwdin, many are “flight risks” and too big for average buggies the class is trying to raise money for some new, special needs ones. I’m not sure just how much has been raised so far but thanks to everyone who sponsored our little athlete and helped him raise over £70.

And finally…

After pretty much growing a mullet the boy’s got a haircut and his Daddy and I have no bruises or broken bones to show for it. Pwd’s beautiful golden hair was getting more than a bit girly. He hates having his hair cut with a passion and each attempt we’ve made be it with scissors, electric clippers or thinning combs met with tantrums, kicking, screaming and tears all round. However, a member of staff at his school managed to get the job done for us. He looks lush!



  1. Oh Autismum, you have had a busy week. You would never know looking at the Pwdin “before” or “after” photos, that he has gotten into such mischief.

    It is a problem to deal with safety issues when your child just doesn’t understand the dangers inherent outside of the home…he just wants to run, play and explore!

    Recently, here in the United States, I’ve seen signs put up to alert neighbors, tradespeople and drivers to the presence of an autistic child in the area:


    Might these signs, be appropriate for Pwdin?

    I’ll let you get back to Pwdin-proofing your home and send hugs to you and Pwdin

    XXX lilady

    1. Yes, he has the face of an angel but a mind made for mayhem!
      We’re trying to get to the bottom of why the tradesman didn’t know there was a vulnerable person in the house as it was in the company’s records. I’m thinking of getting alert signs as well as little cards to hand to “starers”. As for the latter, I think I’ll make my own, all those I’ve seen are far too polite.

  2. I can just imagine the terror in your heart for too long a time!

    My younger son (who is not autistic) had times where he came too close to absolute danger. On a hot summer day my dear hubby fully opened an upstairs window over a small dresser, even though there is a latch to open it only about three inches. I walked into the room and found my two year old son on the dresser about to peer out the window, which is about five meters from the ground. As a college student he has discovered he has a fear of heights.

    My older disabled child had a tendency to rush off, especially when I was occupied with his baby brother. That is when I had to get a harness with a leash. I have been criticized for it, but I don’t mind as long as my son does not get hit by a car. It also kept him from crawling out of the stroller.

    I actually used it on my two younger children. It was very useful, especially around water. I was never given a bad time about it on a ferry, especially when there was no railing on the dock for a foot ferry.

    1. Thanks for the reply. I was on full adrenaline rush when he was gone but when he got back I kind of went into shock. I haven’t slept properly since. We have used harnesses in the past but Pwd has a habit of just pulling his legs up and crashing to the floor if he doesn’t want to go anywhere. I think I’m so angry because this just shouldn’t have happened. It’s pretty basic manners that if you come into someone’s home you don’t leave doors open so than anyone can walk in, never mind about people getting out.

  3. I can empathasize with you Autismum, it’s been a rough month here. The main difference it hasn’t been due to Troy but one of my ‘normal’ children and a father who has been diagnosed with bone cancer and accepting no chemo.
    I felt guilty not posting, which is ridiculous that I add that to my guilt list.
    With regards to your son’s behaviour, I remember taking my son to a Behavioural Therapist, as Troy consistently pulled on my hair and at times ripping some of it out. The Therapist asked what happens when he does this and I said ” I look him directly in the eye and say Troy “NO”.
    Ahh, so Troy pulls your hair and he gets your immediate attention. Sounds to me your non-verbal son is talking to you.
    Well there we go, that was an hour long visit for a one minute answer.
    It took me a while to get his attention without pulling my hair, but eventually we have moved through that stage and I have long locks again.
    It’s only been the last 5 years, I have realized the pain and frustration he must go through at times. I know myself, I have slammed a door shut, locked the door and screamed or thumped or banged or cursed like a sailor. Now when I see he needs those moments, i take him to a safer area of the house and let him work through it and then we sit down and snuggle.
    For the jumping thing, I suggest one of those mini-trampolines. It worked wonders for us, especially the whole stimming thing.

  4. Lovely, you’re really going through it! Cwtches xx
    Pwdin’s birthday is coming up and a trampoline is top of the list. I’ve seen a cute haircut I might try but I’m afraid it will expose the gouges on my neck. If I wear my hair up it gets pulled out by the roots.
    I’m all for letting Pwd have his moments, too. Instead of medicating (which we tried) to help him sleep we’ve accepted that he needs to get up an run for a while at night and have got him a TV and DVDs of tropical fish. We’ve padded up his room so he’s safe to run. I can’t sleep when he’s awake but we’re not battling him anymore, he isn’t getting upset so the adrenaline isn’t kicking in and the length of time he spends running at night has decreased and so have our stress levels.
    Please look after yourself as well as you look after Troy xx

  5. Your story is truly terrifying. It’s probably my greatest fear for my little boy. He can be so quick and is getting more & more clever (opened a locked door the other day) and is totally door obsessed. I have no doubt that your quick thinking and actions kept the time he was away from you to a minimum. I bet you aged about 20 years in those 30 minutes. I’m about to upgrade my security – a 6ft high fence just doesn’t cut it anymore. And yes, I get pinched, scratched, and (a new one) hit. The hair is exclusively for the 9m baby who is obsessed with pulling, sucking & biting my hair as he goes to sleep – oh help me please!!

    1. Wow, you’ve got your hands full!
      I’ll be writing an update to this shortly as the companies involved have been nothing short of terrific xx

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