When Pooh was first diagnosed. There was a lot of trial and error as to what worked for him. His speech was only twenty six words in preschool. He use to hit, didn’t like to be touched unless he wanted to be picked up and destroyed things. I had no idea how to reach him and I wondered if I could even handle him.
That day came when he was about three maybe four years old. Got very upset for no apparent reason, and destroyed everything in my living room. Things were broken curtains were pulled off and toys were broken. I watched in horror but said nothing. When he laid on the floor crying I picked him up without his cue it was even okay to pick him up. He really got angry and started hitting me but regardless I just kept hugging him and telling him “I love you”. The more I hugged the more angry he got. Eventually he gave up. Soon after He put his head against me as if he was excepting it. Each day, he would slowly come to me looking for that hug and listen for those positive words. Smiles where more often. Then behaviors were less.
Today its our routine. He gets out of bed in the morning and he wants that long hug and positive words about how awesome he is. Waiting for the bus we do the same, home from school is extra long hug. Last half hour of the day we are cheek to cheek and he pats my face and he tells me how brave I am. (sniff)
I’m not saying this will work with everyone , but in my sons case something small like a hug can make difficult days so much better and happier for everyone.