I never thought I would hear a sound so haunting as the sound of my son laughing at me when I was laying on the ground bleeding after having fallen while trying to calm him down and protect him from himself. I pray that you never hear the sound of your child laughing at you when you are asking him or her to get help. Taunting you. Tweet #fighting4answrs
We were blessed with the appearance of one of the sisters for the night. David has 2 brothers and 2 sisters. The sisters generally don’t come around because of him, as is their right. So we were doing the family thing, supper. David got upset with me because I wouldn’t let him have pie without eating his meal. And because he knows that he isn’t allowed to have Gatorade more than once a day and then only with permission. He has been sneaking them. It isn’t a big deal. A bit later, we sat down to watch a movie, and things escalated when I asked him to please be quiet so that others could watch the movie. Too much to ask for. Since we make him ask permission to use the bathroom, he likes to start fires in there plus he has an interest in chemistry. So I took him
We are trying desperately to change the way we respond to David. Trying not to feed into his moods. Trying to ignore his “little” behaviors. Trying to ignore the digs and insults. Trying to ignore the “affection” he shows the pets. It is a struggle. Today, I was in the city for an appointment. The first thing that he said was “we were doing just fine until you came home.” I hadn’t even gotten the door shut. We sent him outside to pick up garbage in the yard, he spread more garbage out on the yard. We offered him a snack at 8pm, and he had a fit because it wasn’t the right snack. He ended up eating what we offered. My health is being affected. My blood pressure is elevated. My body is aching constantly. I hate this stress. How do I separate the way I feel from the