We just had the mother of all meltdowns. Haven’t seen one this bad for a long time. He attempted to attack his older sister, and then went into full off complaint mode talking so fast no one could understand him. After which he started to attack me. I ended up laying him on his belly across a bed and laying across him so he couldn’t move. Very scary. I am a large guy. he is less than 80 pounds, and it was all I could do to keep him from hurting either himself or someone else.
I swear that for a few minutes, I wasn’t sure he was my son.
All over two things. An ink pen and he didn’t want to take his meds.
Now he is happily playing with his cars. and medicated.
Calling into psych right now.