Bad news yesterday. One of our young people spent the night in the watch house, and I suspect this latest incident will mean another stint in jail. He has ASD so he gets caught up in the moment and then afterwards is consumed with remorse.
He'll be in the remorse phase right now and I know he'll be asking himself 'why?' ... 'why did I do it?' I can't even imagine what his mum must be feeling.
This is the young man I introduced to you as BB in A butterfly, Piranha and birthday boy walked into a bar ... and then YM in I'll Meet You After Work. This morning I feel so guttered for him. We enjoy the highs, but sometimes it feels they are too outnumbered by the lows.