We've been trying for the past year to get her to not talk like that. Her argument - hell is not a swear word. We disagree. So I reminded her that that sort of language wasn't necessary. She glared at me and as I looked back down at my book I could see that she mouthed or muttered something I didn't
quite catch but the sense was that it was pretty negative towards me.
Now when you're a sensitive parent, like I am, this kind of thing can be crushing. It's been a struggle for more than a year now of her beating me up one moment to fierce loving hugs the next.
Welcome to being a parent of a hormonal teenage girl on the Autism Spectrum.
I did not engage her. I chose to bite my tongue. Something I'm having to learn to do. This wasn't even a major interaction and was pretty minor in comparison of some of the episodes we've had. Yet, as I sat staring at my phone, I couldn't help but look back to 5 or 6 years ago when not only was she a lot shorter but I was also her whole world. Love wasn't a roller coaster of conflicting emotions.