He was happy, there was no doubt about that. When we went on adventures we had a great time, but I did think it a little odd that we never really spoke to each other. In fact so much so I used to have dreams in which I was talking to him. We wouldn't say anything of any great importance in those dreams, just chatting like any father and son would. And always when I woke the thought of doing it in real life was tantalizing.
I suppose
the most upsetting aspect of his behaviour at that time was when he would lash out. It was not very often, but it was always a shock .This behaviour would follow a bout
of frustration on his part when, for example, he was not able to hear the full
theme tune to Eastenders. Or my self or my ex would accidentally put his carefully placed plastic bricks out of his
sequence (a hard thing to rectify). My only response was to hug him tightly and
send him all the love I could muster.This always did calm him down, and
happily he grew out of the behaviour. He still has his moments but no where
near as pronounced ...
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