Category Archives: bipolar

Pete and repeat – say again?

So for what seems like the hundredth time, I had the talk with David, our 10 year old about how his behaviour will follow him for the rest of his life.  Do I think I got through to him this time?  Sadly, no, I don’t. This is the child who just got out of a residential facility, where he was placed in part because of his behaviour.  I explained that there are worse places for him to be, and gave him specific examples.  I talked about how when I was a kid, I was in trouble with the law and was taken from my home in handcuffs.  Yes, even at the age that he is, they might not use handcuffs, but they could decide that this isn’t the proper environment for him. So the question is, how do we protect him from himself?  When it is just him, and myself,

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buttons, buttons, who has the buttons?

Well, I am either looking for my remote control or I am trying to figure out how to prevent our youngest from pushing every button he can find to anger everyone in the house in one night. He is ten years old.  He created a facebook account, and we figured that as long as it was monitored, we would be able to keep it under control.  We set the password and told him that an adult needed to log him in to it.  He then started resetting the password for the account.  So I changed the email address associated with the account and told him that one more time would result in the denial of access to facebook. Simple right?  Nope.  He created another account.  Took away his computer privileges for everything except school work and he started using his brother’s computer.  We told his brother that if David isn’t

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Calgon take me away… alas it is an exercise in futility

It has been a day already. David was up at 7.  he went to bed at 11 last night, but was up and down all night long. Since then he has been as busy as Roger Rabbit.  Zip from here to there.  When he is like he was last night, it is hard to sleep. David thinks that everyone is deaf when they are sleeping so he makes a lot of noise in the hopes of waking them.  Then you hear snippets of “David, stop that, David, David, David, David…”  alas it is an exercise in futility. So we went on an outing. He had to do a blood draw, and then we stopped at the grocery store. It seems like our whole day has been: Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Mom. Mom. Mom. Hey Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad… Tweet #fighting4answrs