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He actually did pretty well even getting there... just a little blurting and nervous stuff on the way but we went in and they gave him a tour, then brought us to a room with a table and chairs and I thought...HUH they wanted him to sit in for the intake... are you kidding me???
So I suggested that he be brought somewhere else and they did that and I explained that he would not tolerate us talking about him, we never do that even at the docs. He actually walked out right away.... so they brought him to his class and he hung out there...we went thru the papers and at the end they said they ahd something for him, well he came in and I started to get up but they said I had to sign too...those dumb beginning of the year student conduct things that he doesn't understand anyway... duh...so he starts kicking me under the table and i move to the other end and then a child with autism just happened to be raging outside of OUR door... holy heck, why on this green earth did that have to happen. I had told them he will raise to the level of whatever is around him, I saw him start to panic and he flew over at me and started punching and hitting as hard as he could. I was in SHOCK. He stopped and since we still couldn't leave the room he came at me again and got me in the left temple. I have been lying down since we got home... he has never hit me that hard. I think it all came to a head. The worst part was that he shocked himself, said sorry went to the car and was doing a little better but he saw me crying in the mirror sos tarted telling me how I deserved it because I put him in that scary room and it was all my fault... and I LOST MY MIND. I have never been so awful to him. I am so ashamed. I said some pretty mean things and pretty much said I didn't want to even be his mom anymore. Well by the time we got home we were both calm and he KNEW I meant it that he was doing NOTHING today.... he hasn't even asked like he usually does...what can I do to make it better etc. We did talk though and I apologized but I still feel terrible. A friend told me that maybe God wanted me to see how it felt to be so out of control that I too could not do the right thing. could be. I dont think that is fair to Q but I get the lesson.
So we are fine now and he has packed two full backpacks of all his old school stuff. I helped him sort through.... only the new notebooks not every book for the last two years, LOL. (my pack rat) He said his new school is great, that the girl who said my name is NOT D.... was probably just shy and he felt that way too so once they get to know each other they will probably be friends, right??? He is paired with a boy who does not swear and has rigid rules about things so he wont pick up Quin's swearing. I hope that helps him. Of course I assume he is not there because he is a calm cooperative kid, LOL.
He met a therapy dog and loved him. Got to see where the therapy bird was and asked if he could meet him...he seems pretty excited.
Wish I could say it went perfectly but my sore neck and head beg to differ. First assault since the new medication though.... I will be calling the doctor. I think since he is not knocked out from it and it does seem to make a dramatic difference, maybe we can up the dose if he seems to be going back to this panic and hit me mode.....
So I suggested that he be brought somewhere else and they did that and I explained that he would not tolerate us talking about him, we never do that even at the docs. He actually walked out right away.... so they brought him to his class and he hung out there...we went thru the papers and at the end they said they ahd something for him, well he came in and I started to get up but they said I had to sign too...those dumb beginning of the year student conduct things that he doesn't understand anyway... duh...so he starts kicking me under the table and i move to the other end and then a child with autism just happened to be raging outside of OUR door... holy heck, why on this green earth did that have to happen. I had told them he will raise to the level of whatever is around him, I saw him start to panic and he flew over at me and started punching and hitting as hard as he could. I was in SHOCK. He stopped and since we still couldn't leave the room he came at me again and got me in the left temple. I have been lying down since we got home... he has never hit me that hard. I think it all came to a head. The worst part was that he shocked himself, said sorry went to the car and was doing a little better but he saw me crying in the mirror sos tarted telling me how I deserved it because I put him in that scary room and it was all my fault... and I LOST MY MIND. I have never been so awful to him. I am so ashamed. I said some pretty mean things and pretty much said I didn't want to even be his mom anymore. Well by the time we got home we were both calm and he KNEW I meant it that he was doing NOTHING today.... he hasn't even asked like he usually does...what can I do to make it better etc. We did talk though and I apologized but I still feel terrible. A friend told me that maybe God wanted me to see how it felt to be so out of control that I too could not do the right thing. could be. I dont think that is fair to Q but I get the lesson.
So we are fine now and he has packed two full backpacks of all his old school stuff. I helped him sort through.... only the new notebooks not every book for the last two years, LOL. (my pack rat) He said his new school is great, that the girl who said my name is NOT D.... was probably just shy and he felt that way too so once they get to know each other they will probably be friends, right??? He is paired with a boy who does not swear and has rigid rules about things so he wont pick up Quin's swearing. I hope that helps him. Of course I assume he is not there because he is a calm cooperative kid, LOL.
He met a therapy dog and loved him. Got to see where the therapy bird was and asked if he could meet him...he seems pretty excited.
Wish I could say it went perfectly but my sore neck and head beg to differ. First assault since the new medication though.... I will be calling the doctor. I think since he is not knocked out from it and it does seem to make a dramatic difference, maybe we can up the dose if he seems to be going back to this panic and hit me mode.....