Janna
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Got a call from the principal today. He got hit with the ball at recess (dodge ball). From experience, I know Dylan's head is in the clouds every time he plays a ball game. It happened all summer long. Well, he got hit in the head today with the ball.
He didn't say a word until the boy apologized to him. Then, he flipped out. Supposedly (I say this because this is the same teacher that claimed he was comatose at the beginning of the year, but as soon as I was on my way to school, he miraculously woke up) he started with this "blood curdling" (LOL @ the teacher with that one) scream. Then he started knocking over plants. Then, he was headed to the glass display cases, looking like he was going to slam his fists into them, and the teacher stopped him.
He laid in the office 2 hours. Didn't speak. Didn't move. Just laid there.
This has happened 3 times in the last couple of weeks over stupid things. One time he was to write sentences. Simple enough. Well, for some reason, he just decided to sit there, flat, silent, for an hour and a half, then pick up and start doing his work LOL! Then again at library, didn't want to read, but figured he'd just sit there in his seat, his whole 110 pound self (that nobody can pick up) and eventually he wouldn't have to go LOL! He did go.
Funny thing, though. I leave work early to pick him up. He had to sit the whole day in school, he did NOT get to leave early, however, he started moving/talking when he thought it was time to get on the bus and go, and nope, he wasn't getting off that easy. So, I went and got him.
I got there and I started asking him questions. Why did you handle this like this? How could you have handled this differently? He spoke, answered every question. NO issue. NO problem. Why does the school have such a problem?
He's on restriction. No electronics. He lost recess for a week at school. No privelages here -
Just frustrating. He hates his specials (music, gym, etc). It seems to be causing more and more problems. He hates music because he doesn't like the recorder (that thing is stupid). He doesn't like gym because he's so big and can't do alot of the stuff. I don't know what his issue is with library.
Guess we'll have a Lithium level done. He goes to see the psychiatrist on Wed. No way I'm increasing the Abilify any more. He's already on 15 mg and that's high enough. Poor kid is fat enough as it is.
Going to get a script for the Concerta. Maybe a small dose will help some with focus/attention and help him some. I dunno.
I hope he doesn't go down any further. I worry alot about him, even now with him doing so great. Maybe it's just a cycle. I haven't been able to get him to shut up for 5 minutes the last few days.
The thing that gets me is he knows exactly what to say, every answer is the right answer. All the way home he kept telling me he knew he handled it wrong. He knew he should have went to time out. He knew. He just didn't think and went nutso.
Minimal compared to the rest here. Guess I shouldn't really complain. Just felt like venting.
Thanks,
Janna
Got a call from the principal today. He got hit with the ball at recess (dodge ball). From experience, I know Dylan's head is in the clouds every time he plays a ball game. It happened all summer long. Well, he got hit in the head today with the ball.
He didn't say a word until the boy apologized to him. Then, he flipped out. Supposedly (I say this because this is the same teacher that claimed he was comatose at the beginning of the year, but as soon as I was on my way to school, he miraculously woke up) he started with this "blood curdling" (LOL @ the teacher with that one) scream. Then he started knocking over plants. Then, he was headed to the glass display cases, looking like he was going to slam his fists into them, and the teacher stopped him.
He laid in the office 2 hours. Didn't speak. Didn't move. Just laid there.
This has happened 3 times in the last couple of weeks over stupid things. One time he was to write sentences. Simple enough. Well, for some reason, he just decided to sit there, flat, silent, for an hour and a half, then pick up and start doing his work LOL! Then again at library, didn't want to read, but figured he'd just sit there in his seat, his whole 110 pound self (that nobody can pick up) and eventually he wouldn't have to go LOL! He did go.
Funny thing, though. I leave work early to pick him up. He had to sit the whole day in school, he did NOT get to leave early, however, he started moving/talking when he thought it was time to get on the bus and go, and nope, he wasn't getting off that easy. So, I went and got him.
I got there and I started asking him questions. Why did you handle this like this? How could you have handled this differently? He spoke, answered every question. NO issue. NO problem. Why does the school have such a problem?
He's on restriction. No electronics. He lost recess for a week at school. No privelages here -
Just frustrating. He hates his specials (music, gym, etc). It seems to be causing more and more problems. He hates music because he doesn't like the recorder (that thing is stupid). He doesn't like gym because he's so big and can't do alot of the stuff. I don't know what his issue is with library.
Guess we'll have a Lithium level done. He goes to see the psychiatrist on Wed. No way I'm increasing the Abilify any more. He's already on 15 mg and that's high enough. Poor kid is fat enough as it is.
Going to get a script for the Concerta. Maybe a small dose will help some with focus/attention and help him some. I dunno.
I hope he doesn't go down any further. I worry alot about him, even now with him doing so great. Maybe it's just a cycle. I haven't been able to get him to shut up for 5 minutes the last few days.
The thing that gets me is he knows exactly what to say, every answer is the right answer. All the way home he kept telling me he knew he handled it wrong. He knew he should have went to time out. He knew. He just didn't think and went nutso.
Minimal compared to the rest here. Guess I shouldn't really complain. Just felt like venting.
Thanks,
Janna