I want to beat him with a stick and lock him up in the attic. He can write a diary while in the Attic like another Dutch child.
"Dear diary;
today Adam came up to the attic. I looked down at my feet as he proceeded to beat me. I didn't feel anything, what with my insensitivity to pain. After he left I played with a penny I found lying on floor. I was spinning the penny for hours until Adam came back to beat me some more. Afterwards he tried to give me a hug, but I ran for it. Not just because of my autism, but because he's an asshole who beats me."