Alisonlg
New Member
Just took 2 weeks. :hammer:
I've dialled "9, 1...." but couldn't convince myself to dial the last 1 yet. The day is young, however. I *really* don't want to go for psychiatric hospital admit #3.
I told him he was starting the Day Program tomorrow afternoon in the nicest, calmest, yet most happy, enthusiastic way I could and he LOST IT! He went into TOTAL RAGE and started kicking the wall, throwing things across the room, he smashed one of C's die cast metal cars (the roof the car is now smashed in), he broke one of the rungs on the staircase, he smashed his glass gumball machine lava-lamp-type-thing, he broke part of his desk chair, and he completely emptied out his toy box all over the floor. I had to tell C to lock himself in his bedroom to stay safe during the whole escapade, which is partly why I started dialing the phone.
He calmed for a while, but now that C is sleeping (and safe), I told M he couldn't have a friend visit right now and he's in the process of dismantling my sectional in the livingroom....I heard a snap...I fear he may have broken my $2,000+ leather couch. :frown: Ah, the collatoral damage of having a difficult child.
Ok...rage escallating....gotta go! God grant me the serenity...or at least the strength to be able to restrain him myself!
I've dialled "9, 1...." but couldn't convince myself to dial the last 1 yet. The day is young, however. I *really* don't want to go for psychiatric hospital admit #3.
I told him he was starting the Day Program tomorrow afternoon in the nicest, calmest, yet most happy, enthusiastic way I could and he LOST IT! He went into TOTAL RAGE and started kicking the wall, throwing things across the room, he smashed one of C's die cast metal cars (the roof the car is now smashed in), he broke one of the rungs on the staircase, he smashed his glass gumball machine lava-lamp-type-thing, he broke part of his desk chair, and he completely emptied out his toy box all over the floor. I had to tell C to lock himself in his bedroom to stay safe during the whole escapade, which is partly why I started dialing the phone.
He calmed for a while, but now that C is sleeping (and safe), I told M he couldn't have a friend visit right now and he's in the process of dismantling my sectional in the livingroom....I heard a snap...I fear he may have broken my $2,000+ leather couch. :frown: Ah, the collatoral damage of having a difficult child.
Ok...rage escallating....gotta go! God grant me the serenity...or at least the strength to be able to restrain him myself!