difficult child stayed home today with-a stomach ache. Long story short, he started refusing to go to baseball opening ceremonies and I told him he HAD to go. He put on his uniform and stalled for 1/2 hr, making us late, so by the time we got there, all the teams were on the field and someone was singing the nat'l anthem. "I can't do this. There are too many people." Say what? The one time he actually uses words to tell me what he's feeling and he's having an anxiety attack? I had given him a clonidine b4 we left the house. I told him he could take another 1/2. I tried and tried to break it in half, standing in the pkng lot, rushing, but my fingernails wouldn't cooperate. So I just handed him a whole one. He took it. That's when I knew he was serious. At that moment, husband drove up, parked and talked to difficult child. He said fine, we'll go home. I stuck around to talk to the coach. The coach was REALLY nice. I hate to pull the trump card, but I went ahead and told him that difficult child had Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASD) and was too anxious to go on the field with-all those people. He said, "Oh, I know what that is! I have a friend (or nephew?) who's autistic and we take care of him a lot. They'll be here tomorrow." "He plays?" "Oh, no, he's waaaay too severe, but I was just saying I know what it is. Don't worry about it." I said, "Well, I was all excited to get here and I was worried about it. I'm really disappointed." He laughed and gave me a hug. What a day.