OMG, what a morning. difficult child did not want to go to the therapist, pitched a fit, so when he disappeared upstairs, I bundled up all of his Xbox or whatever it is, locked it in my office, and told him that he could get in the car, go to the appointment, and have his things returned when he got home, or if he really didn't want to go today, he could make his own appointment any time he wished, and after that appointment, he could have his things back. He finally showed up in the car, SLAMMED the door so loudly my ears rang, and ranted all the way. Everything in the world became my fault. And it turns out he saw me typing "I can't wait until difficult child goes to camp" so he blamed that on me and said he felt unloved. husband called and said he was already there, and I told him that he could take difficult child home because I'd had enough (I didn't know if I could control the car.) difficult child screamed at that, too, yelling, "THAT's what I mean. You just hand me off!!!" (It's hard to feel sympathy for someone whose volume level is totally out of control, Know what I mean??) He insisted he was not going to say a word during the entire appointment. So when we got into the therapist's office, difficult child zoomed in ahead of me and when I got to the front desk, the therapist's wife beckoned me over and said, "I've never seen him like that b4!" I said, "That's the real difficult child." She held my hand through the sliding glass window. husband was already in the room, and it turned out that difficult child had already started talking. Well, kudos to him. It did get better. I decided to take difficult child to B&N to buy a book, because I want him off of the computer games. Plus, if I volunteered to drive, it would prove that I love him (or something ... I think ...) difficult child was just fine, babbling on about book plots, especially into stories about the Soviet Union invading Afghanistan, and a fiction story about Ahmadinijad nuking his own city (he hides in a bunker underground) and blames it on the U.S. ... all very interesting some other time when my heart isn't still racing and I'm not dabbing my eyes with-tissues. (Although if that really happened AND I had to take care of difficult child, I'd jump off a bridge!) I am totally exhausted. I'm supposed to be doing 4 or 5 things today and all I want to do is go back to bed. He sucks the life right out of me. Thanks for listening.