I'm a single mother struggling to take care of my 25 year-old autistic son. We've had our ups and downs over the years, but he's never gotten remotely violent toward me before today.He spends a lot of time on the Internet, which usually keeps him pacified. However, it would appear that something happened on his favorite website today, which put him in the worst mood I've ever seen.When I came home from work today, he had his head in The Oven. Thank G-d it wasn't on. I asked him what was wrong and when he pulled his head out, there were tears streaming down his face. It was all red and puffy. He'd been crying for a long time.Snorting and heaving, he wheezed, "It's all gone! MY CUMMIES! DADDY'S CUMMIES ARE GONE!"To clarify, even though my son would describe himself as extremely conservative, he has this strange psycho-sexual fixation on older male figures, particularly an imaginary father he calls "Bill". I'm afraid it might have something to do with him being molested at a young age by my ex-husband (now safely behind bars).Immediately following this outburst, he asked me where the guns were, which I found a little alarming given his disturbed state. When I asked him why he needed to know where the guns were, he replied "that fucking skeleton bitch is everywhere" without any further explanation and began mumbling to himself.Anyway, I followed my usual protocol and attempted to calm my son down by offering to make him a Seabreeze (his favorite cocktail). It's unconventional, but it works. However, this time he wasn't having any of it. As soon as I grabbed the glass, he slapped it down on to the floor, shattering it. He then screamed a number of horrifying obscenities, racial epithets, and just plain autistic gibberish (my fellow travelers can relate) and stormed downstairs, locking the door behind him.For the next several hours, my son proceeded to verbally abuse our cat, Winston, until he lost his voice. I'm afraid that my son may be the victim of bullying by some of his skype "friends" he met online. He recently asked me to make a bulk order of zinc supplements on his behalf, which is extremely out of character since he's never shown any interest in health and fitness before.How should I proceed? He's still locked inside his "chamber" downstairs and won't let me in. I don't want to force my way in, but am willing to do so if necessary. It's now been several hours since The Oven incident and I'm afraid he hasn't eaten anything (aside from the mushrooms I fear are growing in the areas he won't let me clean). via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/28VMcTk
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