Category Archives: Mental Health – Child

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my name is dad

How do you teach hard lessons to an adult?  You know the one that says: “you aren’t a child anymore, it is time to face responsibility…” I don’t have much more to say than that.  One child/adult is leaving for college and seems to be intent on packing as much fun into five days as can be done without taking caring of what they are responsible for in their life and their needs for college.  Guess if they haven’t learned it by now they will learn it the hard way soon enough. My name is dad and I don’t know what I am talking about.   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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