10/13/2025
Biker Kept Playing Hopscotch With My Autistic Daughter So I Had Him Arrested
The biker terrified me so much that I called 911 three times before they finally arrested him for playing hopscotch with my autistic daughter.
Six-foot-four. Three hundred pounds. Skull tattoos covering his neck. Gray beard down to his chest.
He'd show up at the park every day at exactly 3 PM, right when I brought Lily for her routine. She's seven, completely nonverbal, and terrified of everyone.
She hasn't let anyone except me touch her since her diagnosis five years ago.
But this monster of a man? She ran straight to him. First time in five years she'd approached anyone.
Started pulling his hand toward the hopscotch squares. And he followed. This massive, terrifying biker was hopping on one foot while my daughter laughed for the first time in two years.
I should have been happy. Instead, I called the police.
Because what kind of grown man plays with a little girl he doesn't know?
It wasn't until they put him in handcuffs, and Lily started screaming like I'd never heard before, that I realized I'd just destroyed the only friendship my daughter had ever made.
But it wasn't just screaming, my autistic daughter loved him so much that she went on to.......
