0 at·tri·tion ...A gradual diminution in number or strength because of constant stress.

I'm exhausted.
We had a fabulous time away in Dunolly; went for a bushwalk, et some magical vanilla slices, tried the Aussie pizza at the fush 'n' chup shop (very nom-worthy) watched Midsomer Murders then slept like logs.
Had a lovely history tour with the local historical society, got to see some items pointed out to us that several locals admitted they'd sailed past many times without knowing the significance.
Also saw some lonely unknown/forgotten graves in the bush.
Really brought home how insignificant we are.
Then, Aspie teen slept the whole way home and promptly had a massive meltdown in which he smashed a few more holes in the plaster, his door and then wrapped an aluminum mop handle around his father's head.
We called the police.
We got, again, two wonderful cops who were just lovely; these gals have been out here before and spoke to him and got him to see that exploding like this is really unacceptable.
We chatted for a bit afterwards, they're happy for us to call them to calm him down.
Aspie teen apologised then explained he was feeling 'funny' about walking into the bathroom, that he thought he would be physically sick if he walked in there.
We asked him why he couldn't tell us that without launching his attack on the house and his Dad but he just didn't know.
He screamed in his sleep quite a bit last night, swearing and arguing with someone who was giving The Land of Nod a run for its money, and is sound asleep again on the couch after almost falling headfirst into his cornflakes.
And still we wait for help and answers....