Bite Me - Literally!

Tonight, I got bit by Mark. Not even sure what provoked it. It happened right after he'd slapped himself (and I had given him ice for his face). We counted to 10 like we always do and BAM! He grabbed my arm ( it was like slow motion ) and dug into my arm. The GOOD thing about living in Siberia is that you wear several layers of clothing; therefore, he did not break the skin on the arm. The reality of autism just hits me sometimes....