Category Archives: Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI)

stay tuned for your daily tantrum

David was in full form this morning with a tantrum. Grumpiness in the morning. He got gigged yesterday for have three small holes in his shirt.  Very small holes.  couldn’t fit the tip of a pencil through them. So I wrote a note to the school this morning that we are not able to purchase all new shirts for him just because of a few small holes. David decided to add the letter Y to the end of shortened proper nouns.  For example.  Calculator.  becomes Calcy.  So now we have an 11 year old running around the house talking like  a three year old saying “this is my calcy”. I cut the hood off of a perfectly good sweatshirt for David today.  Not allowed hoods at his school. David was on facebook this morning using my kindle.  I am sick so i couldn’t stay awake all night.  I just couldn’t

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over-medicated

What part of “you need to give him his meds at 11am” is so difficult to understand? Evidently, the school has been medicating David when he gets there and then again at 11. They were instructed to give him his meds at 11am, because he gets his meds before he leaves for school in the morning. No wonder David has been so good for them, he is over medicated. Tweet #fighting4answrs

I don’t feel wanted here

“I don’t feel wanted here.” That is what David said today, after he got caught stealing an iPad and a Nintendo DSi from other family members. David isn’t allowed technology because he will threaten people on facebook, as well as hack into family member accounts.  Plus he has been known to log into Amazon and iTunes and spend money. “I don’t feel wanted here.” He threw an hour long tantrum because he got caught with the iPad.  He had it hidden in his dresser and tried to blame it on his sister. Then he got caught stealing and hacking the DSi.  resulting in another half hour long tantrum. When he does this, everyone scatters.  Kids hide in their rooms, guests disappear to theirs, mom keeps the guests company, and I am alone to deal with David. I wonder if the other kids ever feel  like saying:     “I don’t feel

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