HopeRemains
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difficult child has taken to bullying me worse lately (which he always has, to a point, but he is a BIG boy now and smarter; he's knows more of which buttons to push). One day last week he began with refusing to go into a timeout. I don't know why sometimes he goes fine, and about every 5th time he tells me NO! and decides he is going to terrorize me. He hit me 3 times over the course of 30 minutes, followed me around the house yelling mean things at me. He'd go out of his way to walk past me just to elbow me or shove me and say "Get out of my way" or "move". I went into the bathroom to get a diaper for my youngest, difficult child blocks our small hallway, red faced, chest puffed out, glaring at me. Challenging me. He was looking for a fight that I wasn't giving him. I stood there for a moment, said excuse me, changed nothing. In the end, I had to just kind of shove past him sideways. He grabbed onto me but I just kept walking. (As soon as husband got home, difficult child shouted to him that I had "pushed him into the wall" and that now he had a headache.) difficult child is now behind me screaming "just WAIT until I tell my Mother!!!" and all kinds of other things. I get my younger son dressed and go out on the porch (door open) to just gather myself. difficult child is enraged that I am ignoring his behavior. He slams the door and locks us out of the house. Thankfully husband gets home soon. But he doesn't have the door key. He knocks and asks difficult child to open the door, but difficult child yells that he will not. husband has to crawl through the front window.
A couple of days later, the same scene was unfolding, hitting and he threw a football at my head. I finally just called the Sheriff because I'd told him I would have to if he didn't stop the hitting and husband was 2 hours away at work. While on the phone with dispatch, difficult child is right behind me telling me "But you LOVE me! I'm your little precious, Mommy! You LOVE me!" trying to get me not to call. As soon as the phone was hung up he started the angry screaming, but did go to his room after about 5 minutes. The Sheriffs were nice, had a talk about respect with him, made him promise they wouldn't have to come back out. It worked for the night, but I could tell it didn't have the effect on him that I was hoping for. He hasn't hit me yet since then, but I can see it boiling under the surface and it will not be long before it happens again.
Yesterday he was nothing but disrespectful talking to me after school. He hit his brother which is an automatic 15 minute timeout. In his room he was still yelling. I don't remember right now what he did then, but I told him after his timeout he was going to have to pick up his room before he could finish watching the movie with us. So I took the little one into the shower with me and locked the door because I had a feeling difficult child was going to try to get in just to yell and I am also trying to teach him my personal boundries. (He makes a point to come into the bathroom every time I am in there, or my bedroom when I am getting dressed.) Halfway through my shower, I hear, "Hi, Mom" in a snide voice. I look out and he is at the toilet doing his business. I tell him in no uncertain terms to leave the bathroom. He pulls out the bobby pin he'd used to pick the lock and gives me a "Who's the boss NOW?" look and leaves the bathroom.
I just don't know what to do. His actions are getting more and more bold. He is getting bigger and bigger. I am going to lose my mind. His new therapist is great, but has no answers for me on how to handle these situations and husband doesn't get that I am a prisoner in my home. It's embarassing to feel so victimized by an 8 yr old! People think, he's only 8, deal with it. But it is so much more than that emotionally and mentally. I feel like I'm at my rope's end only to realize that tomorrow is the last day of school before a long, long summer. =(
A couple of days later, the same scene was unfolding, hitting and he threw a football at my head. I finally just called the Sheriff because I'd told him I would have to if he didn't stop the hitting and husband was 2 hours away at work. While on the phone with dispatch, difficult child is right behind me telling me "But you LOVE me! I'm your little precious, Mommy! You LOVE me!" trying to get me not to call. As soon as the phone was hung up he started the angry screaming, but did go to his room after about 5 minutes. The Sheriffs were nice, had a talk about respect with him, made him promise they wouldn't have to come back out. It worked for the night, but I could tell it didn't have the effect on him that I was hoping for. He hasn't hit me yet since then, but I can see it boiling under the surface and it will not be long before it happens again.
Yesterday he was nothing but disrespectful talking to me after school. He hit his brother which is an automatic 15 minute timeout. In his room he was still yelling. I don't remember right now what he did then, but I told him after his timeout he was going to have to pick up his room before he could finish watching the movie with us. So I took the little one into the shower with me and locked the door because I had a feeling difficult child was going to try to get in just to yell and I am also trying to teach him my personal boundries. (He makes a point to come into the bathroom every time I am in there, or my bedroom when I am getting dressed.) Halfway through my shower, I hear, "Hi, Mom" in a snide voice. I look out and he is at the toilet doing his business. I tell him in no uncertain terms to leave the bathroom. He pulls out the bobby pin he'd used to pick the lock and gives me a "Who's the boss NOW?" look and leaves the bathroom.
I just don't know what to do. His actions are getting more and more bold. He is getting bigger and bigger. I am going to lose my mind. His new therapist is great, but has no answers for me on how to handle these situations and husband doesn't get that I am a prisoner in my home. It's embarassing to feel so victimized by an 8 yr old! People think, he's only 8, deal with it. But it is so much more than that emotionally and mentally. I feel like I'm at my rope's end only to realize that tomorrow is the last day of school before a long, long summer. =(