Babbling again

Things are....normal, or rather our version of normal.
Which would probably still be hugely weird on the average person's scale of things, but meh.
He's off in Central Victoria with his Dad for a homeschool excursion; he gets to show his Dad the historical and salient points of interest, explaining the growth of the town, who lived where, what each building originally was, the train station, archaeological finds, museum and... you get the picture.
Just to clarify something Kelley mentioned yesterday about calling the ambos - yep, we've done that, twice and got nowhere.
First time we were actually seen in the hospital (may have been the police escort we had) where the registrar bent over backwards trying to get somebody - anybody - to even eyeball Aspie teen but no go.
Second time, after he'd wrapped a cord around his throat to choke himself, the ambos walked in, surveyed the debris of the trashed house, remarked "Oh, he's just had a tantrum," took us and the still stressed out kid to the hospital where we were told we'd have to wait for several hours (in a standing room only waiting room that stretched out into the car park) and even then they couldn't guarantee anyone would come down to see him.
So, both times we went home, exhausted and with nothing resolved.
Apart from the profuse apologies I received from On High after the 2nd effort.
I do not advocate calling the police but this has been the only thing that has shocked or 'bumped' Aspie teen out of his behaviour.
It's like he's a scratched record, once he gets into the groove of behaviour he can't get out of it and, like a record arm, has to follow the spiralling path around and around until the end unless something 'bumps' the record arm out of it's trajectory.
We tried an impromptu game of hide and seek in the middle of being battered and it worked for a little bit - but then he was back in the groove the moment the game ended.
Because, of course, if something happens even just once it's cast in concrete that that is the way things have to happen - whether it's him having to get a soy decaf when shopping, that he has to watch The Big Bang Theory (including repeats we've already seen) at the same time, same days every week, he's even become tuned to 'forgetting' his meds and delaying taking them so much he gets to the point where he does fall in a heap, like yesterday.
Hubby even mentioned a fab idea - that we need a friend at the local police station we can call for them to speak to Aspie teen (if we could get him to the phone), rather than drag them out.
I got no answers.
But I got bruises!
I can play 'let's compare war wounds' if you've got a spare couple of hours....?
Yes, I'm being silly cos I could bang on for days about how fucked our health, mental health and disability systems are and others have said it much more succinctly than myself, in fact they've been saying it for several decades now and the bastards still aren't listening.