High to low
Yesterday when I picked Gray up from therapy, I was warned by the kind RBT who walked him to the car that he had a rough afternoon. She mentioned that he had about 200 SIBs while she worked with him. (SIB stands for self-injurious behavior - meaning where he causes harm to himself.) She assured me that he had calmed down and was his sweet self like always, and that she loves working with him. (These RBTs and BCBAs who work with Grayson are saints.) I didn't think much about it because this is not uncommon for Grayson, and I had a thousand other thoughts racing through my mind also not uncommon for me. I was having a great day! We went home and I learned quickly that my head NEEDED to be in the game, because the aggressive behaviors began and I was the target once again. The only difference is that this time Mike was home, and he flew into action, grabbing Grayson off of me so swiftly that it knocked me to the ground. I am so grateful Mike was home, because I am not sure what would...