Marvin and I and some other people recently watched an episode of Dr. Phil where a mom was accused of mistreating her autistic son. She never hit him or anything, she just lost her temper and yelled at him a bunch. Dr Phil layed into her for not appreciating her wonderful son, but really, this kid was 13 years old and already mom's size, he would flip out and start beating the walls and screaming and hitting other people for literally no reason, it was totally unpredictable. He could never be unsupervised, she had to drop what she was doing ten times a day to wrestle him to the ground and pin him on a pile of pillows (I guess this specific routine stood the greatest chance of soothing him). She and dad had another kid, a girl of about 7, who was neurotypical. They showed some footage of the girl curled up on a chair in her room hiding her eyes while her brother was having a screaming/wall-beating rampage downstairs. The girl looked like she had ptsd.
So Dr Phil is laying into mom for not having infinite patience, but some of us were thinking, who is Dr Phil to tell her how to feel or behave? No one signed up for this kind of life. Mom and dad are basically imprisoned for the rest of their natural lives taking care of a nonverbal violent person who will soon outweigh each of them. The little girl might fare better, if she isn't too traumatized to think clearly later on, but ten years in the future I could see Phil scolding her if she decided she didn't want to be on tap for guardianship when her parents died. Seriously, once Dr Phil gives up his career, gives up having friends, gives up being able to leave the house and go do things, gives up having a functioning marriage, gives up being able to close the bathroom door and take a piss without his charge having a freakout, and accepts that this is his life for the next 30 years til he dies, then I'll let him chastise parents for not being happy with being on the short end of genetic russian roulette.
Sorry if this seems insensitive, but if you have a child like that, what are you supposed to do?