Category Archives: antisocial personality disorder

holy meltdown time Batman

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.   Tweet #fighting4answrs

Kindle Fire, facebook and grrrr

David got angry with his brother because his brother asked him to leave a room David isn’t supposed to be in.  So he stole my Kindle Fire.  Not a huge deal in the grand scheme of things, but how does that help? Oh and he got on facebook again….. grrrrr and facebook won’t let me delete his account without his permission. he got on facebook through the Kindle, which was secured in my bedroom. He isn’t allowed technology and especially facebook because he likes to friend people he shouldn’t and threaten people. What good did it do for him to spend 3 full days in the hospital? Tweet #fighting4answrs

another night done. starting anew with old behaviors

Well, David came home from the hospital. Promptly stole my Kindle Fire, my camera, and my cell phone.  I imagine that he stole some other things, we just haven’t figured out what yet. I am frustrated.  Frustrated that he can behave and not steal anything or misbehave while he is in psych, and then he comes home and the behaviors start up right where he left off. I wasn’t out of the room for two minutes.  I told him that I would know if he moved or not.  He was in the same position as when I left, but my cell phone was missing.  So I confronted him. He said “I saw it on the counter.” and tried to get around me.  I stopped him, and reached into his pocket.  sure enough, there was my phone… “I don’t know how it got there…” he cries. He has only been home

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