Today was by all accounts, a good day. David had a reasonably good day at school. No refocuses. No notes about talking back or being disruptive (more than usual) in class. So I count today as a success. I told him so. He says all he ever hears is what he isn’t supposed to do. So I kept track. And he is right. So I am trying to change my thinking to what he can do. It won’t be an easy transition, but will try. It is refreshing to say yes, within these limits, rather than saying no. no. no. He still has limits, and he knows that we will enforce the limits, but I think it allows him to experience a small measure of freedom. Or at least the illusion of it. ====Update==== I gave him prescribed boundaries where he could ride his bike. Hour later, and no David.
I tend to forget, and I shouldn’t. Every action is designed to get attention. Every behavior is designed to get attention. I asked him this morning, “what do you gain from this behavior?” His answer? “I don’t know” —————— I wish that he did. I would much rather award positive behavior, than the negative that we have been seeing. Still, everything considered he is doing better than before he went to the residential facility. Of course, are are nearing the end of what is typically the honeymoon period. His honeymoon typically lasts 6 weeks. ———- Last night I was giving him his meds, he had a glass of water. he acted like it was slipping out of his hand, water sloshing around, above the rim… nearly soaked my laptop. So I called him on it. Thus beginning an hour of negative behaviors. All because I told him to set
I have to wonder… “Is this behavior that of a 13 year old boy, or his mental health?” See our other two boys didn’t give us all the sass, back talk, attitude and behaviors. Or maybe I just don’t remember the behaviors because we were so busy dealing with David’s issues. Not sure if that is a blessing or not. How can we turn bedtime into a struggle for right and wrong? He claims to be funny, I think that he needs a visit with a bar of soap. Alas, I bite my tongue. If I raise my voice at all from a normal conversational tone, then he calls me out for yelling at him. So I raise my voice a little louder in self-defense. If I call him on his behaviors, he asks if he can pack a bag to save time tomorrow when I take him back to