By CHARLOTTE MOORE
PUBLISHED: 20:33 EST, 18 March 2012 | UPDATED: 03:17 EST, 19 March 2012
The call from the kitchen was the high-pitched screech used for real emergencies.
George, the eldest of my three sons, was begging for someone to come quickly to his aid. Although he is a 5ft 10in grown man of 22, he sounded terrified.
Was his younger brother attacking him again? It wouldnt have surprised me it happens often enough.
Proud of her family: Charlotte Moore at home with her autistic sons, George (left) and Sam (right). Her youngest boy, Jake (second right) does not have the condition
Giving them freedom: George (left) and Sam (right) are finding ways to channels their interests and hobbies
Although two years younger than George, Sam was by no means beyond delivering a good thump to his brother when irritated. And George can be very irritating.
In the sanctity of the next room where my partner Simon, youngest son Jake and I were eating lunch, we all exchanged looks. Ill go, said Jake, putting down his plate.
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