This beautiful boy is autistic. This beautiful boy doesn’t sleep. This beautiful boy can be loud. When I moved into this ramshackle duplex, I met my neighbors and discussed my beautiful boy with them. I told them all about him and asked them to tell me if he was too loud. Over the past couple of months, as I discovered just how run-down this house is, I checked in with them to make sure he wasn’t too loud and they reassured me he was fine until 1:30 last night when they bashed on our adjoining wall so loudly they scared the girls. I was up all the rest of the night trying to keep him quiet but today I am exhausted and sad. I don’t know what to do. I am working with my beautiful boy but there is only so much I can do.