The wee saga has reached a very bad stage

Okay, we have reached another bad patch.
The previous post about J and his constant weeing anywhere and everywhere, has become out of control.
Yesterday, in a playground, J was playing okay, and then when I take my eyes off of him for ten seconds, I hear a commotion.
J had wee'd over a little girls skirt. On purpose.
What the heck do I do first?
He wasn't wearing his 'Autism' tee shirt and so the parents were out for blood.
I managed to calm the situation, but, he wee'd on her. That's just awful. The poor girl, aged around 5, was just in shock I think. I offered to give them money to replace her clothes, but they were angry, and I could tell the father was restraining his temper, otherwise I am certain he would have become quite aggressive.
I felt so humiliated. Embarrassed. Upset.
My other two were bundled into the car, to keep them away from the uncomfortable situation.
Within five minutes of coming home, I hear my middle son shout to me. J had just wee'd on the sofa chair. I admit I shouted and shouted at him. I just don't know what to do.

In other situations, where I catch him wee'ing outside, I tell him "no". But he then yells "toilet, toilet, toilet", and people look at me as if I am a demon mother, for telling him "no". I can't seem to win.

He does not have a phobia of the toilet. He does use it, as well as his sprinkling in undesirable places.

I have said before in this blog, that phases last around 6-8 weeks. I presume it is just a matter of continuing to tell him "no" when he wee's in the wrong place, and hope it disappears quickly.

For the duration of these summer holidays, we are avoiding busy places. I just can not cope with the worry of his behaviour.

Two pictures that I feel are spot on. :)

Uh oh!

Oh dear. The wee monster has returned.
This time though, he has not limited it to the garden, oh no! It is everywhere.

He has used my metal, ornamental jugs to wee into.
He wee's on his bedroom floor.
He wee's in the bath tub.
He also marks his territory, very much like a dog would do, whenever we go out.
I have to be quick to catch him and stop him, as he just goes against any tree, bush, or structure.
It is never much, more a sprinkle. But a sprinkle every five minutes.

I keep him clean and fresh, as he has started to have that teenage boy smell about him. It's rather noticeable when you enter his bedroom, and the window is closed. It is like a wall of stale pubescent boy smell, smacking you in the face, knocking you back, and getting you running for fresh air, all within five seconds.

As he has no real understanding of personal care, I have to supervise him washing, and tell him how to do it. Despite doing this everyday, he still needs prompting.

We are a third of the way through the summer holiday, and it has been joyful so far. Having my three boys around me all day means we can do more trips out together, and we are having a ball.

I took him in a cliff lift (vernacular?) today, and he was extremely hesitant, agitated, and confused, but, he enjoyed it in the end, and ran into it on our return journey down again. This is the tallest one in Britain apparently, so he was very brave - as was I, as I have a huge phobia of heights!