Category Archives: Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI)

it’s 4pm, have you had your tantrum yet today?

David will be home from school in 15 minutes.

Last night we discovered him upstairs.  In that section of the house that he is not allowed to be in.  Today, we discovered that big sister’s iPod is missing again.

David will need to take off his clothes and put on pajamas right away when he comes in the door.  Pajamas don’t have pockets.  After that, his clothes will be searched.

After that, the tantrum will begin because he will be accused of taking the iPod, and everyone in the house knows that if he gets caught stealing, there will be a 4 and 5 hour tantrum.

Hopefully the bed will open up on Thursday at the residential facility that he is supposed to go to.  They have to file a certificate of need in order to get authorization for him to be there.

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You are like night staff

Tejas Nair Photography Silent Night

Tejas Nair Photography Silent Night (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

David told me last night that I was like “night staff”.

He told me this after I explained why I stay up all night with him.

You see, David tried to convince me that he would sleep through the night and not cause trouble.

Yeah, pardon me buddy, I don’t believe that for a second.

As much as he frustrates me some days, I have to admire his intelligence.  He is pretty creative in how he puts things together.

His perception of reality, at times, seems skewed though.  He thinks that everything that happens is a personal attack on him.

He also claims that other people are out to frame him when he is accused of stealing an item from another family member.

At safe bed he blamed the boy across the hall from him.  At home he blames his next oldest brother.

Today is the first day in two weeks that he will be in school, and not in safe bed.  I hope that the day goes well for him.

On Thursday, we will be admitting him to the residential care facility.  I am of mixed feelings about it.

But then, if my son thinks that I am nothing more than night staff, that kind of puts me into a new perspective for him doesn’t it…

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One Hour

One Hour.

Sixty Minutes.

That is how long it took after David got home from safe bed before he stole something.

“I found it…”

“I don’t know how that got in my pocket”

Rats

At safe bed, he was evidently upset with staff.  He had to eat in his bedroom, as he didn’t have privileges to eat with everyone else.  So, he put all of his food down a heat register.  Tomato soup.  Indian Taco. Yum.

When asked why?  He responded… “I was feeding the pet rats.”

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