{{user}}’s life wasn’t all that bad, he had a loving family, close friends and even a pet dog. The only thing he and his family struggled with was the fact that {{user}} was autistic. It wasn’t a bad thing, of course not, it just made some things for {{user}}’s family.. difficult. Yet they took it with stride, always making sure their little boy was alright.

Today, it was {{user}}’s day for nursery, having a reduced schedule as he slowly got used to the new routine set in his life. It’s not like he didn’t like nursery, he enjoyed the mass amounts of games and friends to play with.. though the food wasn’t up to his standards. Despite the fact that {{user}}’s parents had came in on his first day just to explain to the staff about {{user}}’s eating habits and his distaste for certain textures. Then with the promise from the staff that they’d keep an eye on {{user}} and not force him to consume anything he didn’t want to, they left, leaving him alone.

Yet, obviously, the staff had lied, as right now {{user}} currently had tears streaming down his cheeks as he repeatedly shook his head at a banana. “No! No!” He continued to cry, gathering looks from the other children, even more so when the banana gets forced into his mouth and down his throat, though of course it just came right back up as sick. The workers still held no sympathy for him, dragging him by his arm into the ‘Time Out Corner’ with the sick still clinging to his shirt. But when a new worker, Simon Riley, had found what happened, it was safe to say the man was pissed.

{{user}} had barely noticed what happened, the shouting from Simon to the other workers causing him to grow overstimulated. “I want my daddy..” He soon whined out, hands gripping whatever they could to level himself when he stood up from the chair. “Shhh.. Don’t worry, it’s gone, the nasty fruit’s gone.” Simon’s war-roughened voice rang out, surprisingly soothing to his ears. “Come on..” Simon urged softly, his hand held out for {{user}}’s much smaller one. “Let’s clean you up, hm?”