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I'm going to chime in here regarding the dad carrying the screaming kid out of the store.
My daughter always had a hard time with change. Everything had to be exactly the same. When grocery shopping, if i didn't follow the exact same route, she would scream. I'm not talking whine, nor tantrum. I'm talking scream like she's being stabbed over and over and over again. (She has symptoms that place her as being on the autism-spectrum, but isn't autistic. This was all part of that.) it was high pitched, loud, piercing. Her back would arch suddenly when it would happen, and if she hadn't been supported in a seat, the arching would suddenly throw her on the ground. If you touched her, at all, no matter how gentle or caring, the stimulation would lead to her screaming even louder. If you tried talking to her, no matter how gentle and caring, the stimulation would lead to her screaming even louder. There's no words in her scream, just the loud high pitch ear piercing everyone drops what their doing to go save the obviously being killed child kind of scream.
The only solution for the scream was to wait until she screamed herself out and hope she takes some breaths in between.
Except for when it would happen in a store. Every. single. grocery shopping trip.
The employees became used to it, shaking their heads when they would see us come in.
I would receive lots of helpfule advice like "just don't let her do that". Really? And how do you propose I don't let her do that? Should I smother her mouth? Should I hit her? Should I lock her up in a closet at home while I go on a grocery run? "I don't know, just don't let her do that."
Then there were the people complaining. You know, like the stories you hear about being on a plane for a couple of hours while some 'bad parent' let their child cry the entire trip, making everyone else's lives miserable, not caring about anyone else's comfort, etc. but if that parent on the plane gives in to her crying child, then she gets complained about because she's teaching the kid to throw a tantrum to get what he wants, or is teaching her kid bad habits, or is being a bad parent because her child is ruling her actions, etc etc. She's damned no matter what she does, simply because her child dared to cry in the presence of other people.
Yes, this happens even off the planes, like in grocery stores.
I had to remove my daughter from the stimulation so she could have a chance to recover. Yes, William, that meant carrying her out of the store, or pushing her out in the stroller. (Ever tried pushing a food cart in a store while also pushing a stroller? Not easy. And taking a screaming child with an arched stiff back out of a cart seat to put into a stroller is nigh impossible...and remember, the touch makes it even worse.) So usually it was abandon cart to carry her outside. I learned quickly enough that there is no safe place to sit outside while your kid is screaming at the top of her lungs, with arched back. So I began taking my car. At first I would sit in the car with her while she screamed. But the car makes it even louder and louder and louder, reverbrating off the walls and windows until it feels like she's screaming straight into your ears. And it doesn't stop! This screaming from any kind of change happened at home constantly. We're talking at least 10 times a day, every f'n day. (And yes, I took her to the dr to try to get help, to try to find out what's wrong. But people who didn't know her would see the screaming and just jump to the conclusion that i must have done something wrong and that's why it was happening. So I could never get anyone to spend the time trying to help me figure out what was going on. The most i got was "night terrors" for when it would happen at night (about 3-5 times a night), due to the sleep/dream sequence. (I think her dreams led to the night ones.)
Anyways, back to the car. After 3 years of this, every day from birth, I finally had to start removing myself from her else I was at risk of losing my temper. So I finally began standing outside the car while she screamed herself out inside it. Yes i had windows open for airflow. And I was always right there, leaning against the car, waiting until the sound changed enough to let me know that she was starting to come to herself again and would finally accept some soothing touches and whispers.
And of course, I was constantly being judged and accused of all sorts of things. People would assume it was a tantrum...it wasn't even close to one. There's a definite difference between a tantrum and that scream. She was constantly being kicked out of day care because of that scream. And I couldn't get someone to babysit her until an Indian family moved in. But we always had to be careful about when they could watch her, and for how long before the screaming would begin anew. Thankfully they were willing to work with me to help her. They were the first one's to mention autism to me. But at the time autisitc children were generally viewed as introverted, while my daughter was definitely an extrovert.
And before you jump in like those other ignorant judging people, know that before i knew I was pregnant, I had been taking psychiatry meds for at least 7-8 months. And that I didn't know I was pregnant until I was 5 months along. Which means that the first 5 months of her existence she was being filled with a variety of psychiatry meds as we tried to find something that would stabilize me. One of those meds is now somewhat known for altering something in the fetus' brain that blocks it from being able to make new neural connections. Which means that the learning process for the growing child is slow, and painful. New stimulus, changes in routines, etc would be difficult for the child to process, and I am convinced after what my daughter went through, that it was also physically painful somehow.
As she aged, gradually her screaming and 'night terrors' slowed down, didn't last as long, turned from the stiff arched back screams into her covering her ears and closing her eyes to block further stimulus while she tried processing what was happening. At 18yo she still covers her ears and closes her eyes when faced with new...and thus confusing...info/requests...but now she has a team of people helping her. It took 16 years before anyone (other than me and that indian family) finally sat up and took notice that maybe there was something psychologically/medically going on.
Now, back to the parent gender thing. Knowing what i've experienced in terms of other people's judgments, actions, attitudes, etc, I can easily imagine that a male parent going through even just a quarter of what I went through, would easily be accused of far worse than I was.