Henry is biting me again and I don’t know what to do about it. Now, before you think this is a “Fifty Shades” kind of adventure, let me give you a little more information…. Henry is my son, and he is 3 years old at this juncture. And to throw a fly into the ointment, you need to know that Henry is autistic, but we don’t know this yet.
So, onto the biting. He’s bit me a couple of times before. When his older brother John did this (once), I took his little hand, slapped it, and very emphatically said, “NO!” That was the end of that. I had tried this with Henry with no success. So, this time, I searched the memory banks and remembered that somewhere I had read this if you bite your child back (lightly… don’t get excited), they will understand that it hurts and they won’t do it anymore. So, I bite his chubby little hand…. He stepped back, lowered his head and rammed me in the pelvis! Direct hit!!
I don’t remember ever reading a chapter in any of the parenting books on kids that don’t respond to what you consider a reasonable response to a situation. I was trying to navigate through very strange waters without a compass.
There is a happy ending to this story. Henry is now 18 years old, has been accepted into college and is set (and excited) to leave in the fall. I hope that our story will help many of you out there who are confused, worried or a little desperate.