Let's talk about food aversions. I happen to be at a point in my life that there really are no food sensitivities. You know, with the whole pickles-and-ice-cream pregnancy cravings. My son is a different story.
Before autism, he was a surprisingly good eater. All of that changed once he got his one year shots. Along came autism, and with it came temper tantrums, food aversions, and a depletion of our savings account (thanks, Big Pharma!). Now, it's a good day if he doesn't purge miniature pieces of turkey all over our fine Dollar Store china.
A typical dinner scenario: Groundhog Day meets Christmas Vacation (the dog hacking scene). We hear him yak a few times, everybody stops to see what's going to happen (should we really be surprised?), and lo and behold, he "gets it up" and everybody carries on with their business.
I've bribed, threatened, swatted, and cried over it. He's improving, but it's a sloooooow journey. My advice for you is to have patience, start small, and wear protective head gear. Chances are, you're gonna need it, and nothing says 'sexy' quite like a hazmat suit.
Disclaimer: This story offers no hope for parents of picky autistic children. It just proves that autism sucks.
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