He's at it again. my little boy is at it again. He would frighten the life out of me with all his thrill seeking behaviour. Often he would zip himself up in a sleeping bag and throw himself downstairs repeatedly. My heart would be in my mouth as I would hear his little body bump, bump, bumping down the stairs. He loved it! Soon strange ritualistic behaviours began to show. George would hide his underwear in out of the way places, or throw it in the dustbin. Every day he would extract his duvet from it's cover, and he started to sleep either *under* his bed or with his head at the foot* of the bed. His pyjamas he would wear over, not instead of, his daytime clothes and as one would imagine, all this was extremely worrying for us. By 1995, George was eight years old and things had sunk to an all time low. I felt as if I was teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown as he had become aggressive, oppositional and violent. His behaviour impacted on every aspect of our lives. My marriage was suffering, I was in disagreement with my parents regarding the way George was turning out and I felt like an old woman.