This morning started out fabulous. David was well rested, I was fairly well rested, and we were up on time to see everyone else off to school. I first give David quiet time in the morning, gives him a chance to get himself in sync with the day. This morning was no different, after a quick breakfast of Cinnamon Life Cereal, he got his meds and went to his quiet space. Later in the morning, I heard some noises that told me fairly quickly he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. So I stalked quietly into the area near his quiet space, and he quick jumped up, shoved what he was doing under a blanket and came out and asked me wahtI was doing. I explained that I thought he was doing something that was off-limits. He denied it, as is typical of any ten year old
Today started out rough. Bad mood on his behalf. Once we got the siblings off to school, he was fine. Spent the morning playing and looking for the homework pile that mom put together for us. Never did find it. In the afternoon we went into the city for an appointment for me. Grandpa was nice enough to host our son for the two hours I needed to go to my appointment. Everything went like clockwork. Trying to get all of the players together to meet with the school district about his return to public school. I think that it would be easier to get a job at the circus working as a lion tamer. Very frustrating. In the meantime, in order to keep the district in compliance, we need to complete some paperwork that says we are home schooling our son. We aren’t home schooling him because we want
>A lot has happened since my last post. We received a tentative diagnosis of “brain injury” for our son. He started a partial hospitalization program last week, and today has been a long day. today is the first time I have heard someone use the term “brain damage” and his name in the same sentence. M was put in the hospital from the program he was in. When I asked what he did to necessitate him being put into the hospital.. the only thing i was told is that he was out of control. Want a kick in the guts? have someone tell you “we know he has brain damage”. I will wait to confirm “Brain Damage” with the psychiatrist. I know that the psychiatrist was talking about a brain injury diagnosis, but did not know that our son had been firmly diagnosed. So our son is in the hospital again.