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A sample of what a 3-year-old autistic child's mind is like:
For the last two days, my daughter was refusing to eat. She would drink her pureed veggie smoothie-esque things I make for her, but no solid food at all unless I spent half an hour forcing each bite in amidst screams.
We ran through all the possibilities: sore throat, her cavity has suddenly reached the point of being painful, some sort of new indigestion with something making her afraid to eat anything... of course she wouldn't fucking tell us a thing, just lay silently on the couch in a low-caloric daze and freaked out anytime food was suggested or offered.
So just now, I figured it out. Two days ago--the last time she willingly ate food--she had eaten out of her lunchbox at the kitchen table, because my mom was watching her for a few hours and wasn't up for preparing her food, so I packed it before I left. Apparently, Minifobette wishes to eat all of her meals out of her school lunchbox from now on. As soon as I showed her the food inside it, she bolted into the kitchen and scarfed it down. But attempting to communicate that to me was impossible, as was allowing herself to eat the exact same foods on a plate once she'd decided the lunchbox was the way she wanted it. Letting herself starve was the only option she could come up with.
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