and thought I'd share, in case some of you had the same experience. difficult child SHOUTS when he gets upset. Don't we all? But he'll shout in the middle of an otherwise normal conversation and it takes everything I have not to assume he's being a brat. Last night, husband and I had a Come to J*sus mtng with-difficult child about paying back yet another computer game thing he did, and I suggested that he rake leaves for neighbors to earn money. "I don't want to rake strangers' leaves." "But everyone needs their leaves raked, this time of year." "I don't CARE!" "But what I'm saying is that everyone needs their leaves raked, IOW, it's an open market. LOTS of people, lots of money." "You don't understand! I don't CARE about raking STRANGERS' leaves." Huh? husband said, "I think the issue isn't the leaves, it's strangers." "Like I SAID, I don't CARE about the NEIGHBORS." Oh. Sigh. Alrighty, then. (If somehow, the neighbors' leaves could magically fly into our yard, difficult child could rake and bag them and put them curbside, but if it involves actually soliticiting a neighbor, no way, Jose'.) I have to learn not to FEEL the SHOUT, but somehow, decipher the meaning. This stuff ain't easy, ya know?