Uncertain09?
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My child has been difficult since birth. He has a diagnosis of ODD. He dropped out of school officially in January, his second semester of 10th grade but has only an 8th grade education. I literally have done everything. Counseling. Hospital. medications. IEP. Doing his homework for him. Etc. He refuses. FF to my breaking point. Over the weekend he quit his job after throwing a fit because no one was around to drive him to work because he dialed do let anyone know he needed a ride. I offered him Uber money but he declined. So he left and went to a friends house and I haven’t seen him since Saturday.
He was allowed to get his license, but is not allowed to drive due to not being insured. Today He drove his girlfriend car, the day after an ice storm, and totaled it. I refused to pick him up from the hospital and told him he’s no longer welcome in my home. He will be 17 in July. His dad has been out of the picture since he was 6 weeks old with sporadic involvement since he was 6. I am so tired of him yelling and screaming and disrespecting me. He does nothing around the house to help me, he lives in filth in his room. Literally disgusting. Food and drinks and absolutely filthy. I’m tired. I’m drained. And now I’m financially responsible for a $200 ticket and whatever else for this girls car. Now that I’m calm. I want to call him and tell him he can come home. But I need him to learn his lesson. He thinks he’s grown and knows everything, he needs to handle this crap himself. Right?
He was allowed to get his license, but is not allowed to drive due to not being insured. Today He drove his girlfriend car, the day after an ice storm, and totaled it. I refused to pick him up from the hospital and told him he’s no longer welcome in my home. He will be 17 in July. His dad has been out of the picture since he was 6 weeks old with sporadic involvement since he was 6. I am so tired of him yelling and screaming and disrespecting me. He does nothing around the house to help me, he lives in filth in his room. Literally disgusting. Food and drinks and absolutely filthy. I’m tired. I’m drained. And now I’m financially responsible for a $200 ticket and whatever else for this girls car. Now that I’m calm. I want to call him and tell him he can come home. But I need him to learn his lesson. He thinks he’s grown and knows everything, he needs to handle this crap himself. Right?