~~~is respect from my difficult child. I've never, ever had respect from him and I notice it more and more the older he gets. It makes me so sad. I've done all I can think of, all the therapists have ever told me to do, etc. and he's still the most hateful and disrespectful child I know. The disrespect is relentless and neverending.....by day, hour, minute. Every morning it's screeching at the top of his lungs (just to be annoying and it works), kicking at the dogs to make them growl and bark, pounding on the walls and doors, sticking his tongue out at me, making faces, telling me NO, trashing each room as he walks through it, lying with every breath. THIS IS EVERY SINGLE DAY, BAR NONE. Oddly enough, or not so oddly, his bio father is exactly the same way and has led a horrible adult life. All that we've done as difficult child's adoptive parents has seemed to have had very little impact on him. Where did we go wrong? I feel like throwing up my hands and letting go of him. I'm so weary..... Unstable, you say? Then what will make him stable? We've done all the medications over a nine year period. He's had therapy since he was four years old. What's left? Living away from us, you say? We will retire in a few short years...how will we live if we spend all our funds in this manner? What good would that do him in a few years when we have no money to care for him? Sorry, just needed a shoulder to lean on....thanks.