DS is sick with a cold.. not a good start to the weekend.. He doesnt get sick often, but when he does.. he really does...
Saturday day was good enough.. Minor issues, but nothing too terrible. I spent the day cooking th efamily's favorite dinner.. eggrolls, fried rice, sweet and sour chicken and egg drop soup. After dinner, we played Monoply as a family. I told ds before the game started that he would he would get one warning on his behavior, and that if it continued, he would be asked to leave the game. We played for the better part of an hour when he made a comment that my husband did not find funny. He told son that it wasn't funny, and then all heck broke loose. I tried to redirect his attention to the game, but by then, it was a lost cause. I tod him to go to his room, and then it really started.
Yelling, screaming, trying to throw things. I told him again to go to his room,which he did. But, he proceeded to take his back pack (one with wheels and extendable handle) and beat it on the floor, wall (managed to get another hole in his wall), over and over again. This went on for about 15 minutes until the handle broke and the back pack was no more. He then took the handle that broke off and started to beat on the common wall between his and his sister's room. Now as if this was not bad enough, btu his sister is recovering from a concussion that she suffered Friday night after getting knocked off her bike and hitting her head on the concrete. She comes out to the kitchen in tears and agony because the vibration and sound of him hitting the wall made her head 10 times worse than it was.
He finally managed to calm down, and I let him out of his room. I asked him to come out to the living room with me so that we would talk. We were talking just fine for about 15 mins, and I do not remember what I said, but he starting hitting the couch. I asked hime once to stop hitting it, and then when he did it again, I told him to stop. The third time I told him if he hit it again that he would be going back to his room. Not more than a minute later, he hit the couch, so I told him he had to go to his room for the night. The next "round"(as we call them in our house) started with a vengence. More yelling and screaming added to the down right refusal to go to his room. I told him 3 times to go to his room and then told him if he did not go then I would have my husband carry him in, and well that jsut set him off all that much more. But after a few minutes, he finally did go, and was asleep for the night in about 20 mins.
What amazed me more than anything during that was myself. I tried realllyyyyyyyy hard to keep calm and I did . Came close a few times, but I turned by back to him and took a few deep breaths.
Today started off well. We watched a couple of shows together, and then I went to work. The day went well enough, until I was getting ready to leave work, and my husband called to say that he had to control the son because he got angry and tied to throw the dining room chair at the wall. (I already have a total of 4 holes in different walls that will require total dry wall replacement which we can not afford right now.) When I say control him, I mean wrap him up in a bear hug. Well when he did that, he kicked my husband which caused him to drop to the floor with him.
I wish oh I wish I could get a break, but nothing I seem to try ever works out. I was supposed to go wout with my friends for a few hours next weekend, but daughter's ER visit took what little extra money I had.
The other thing that I wish for is respite care. He has it allotted because of his SED waiver, but my county mental health center is too small to offer it on their own, so they contract with another one. Out of the 5 times that we have scheduled it, they have cancelled 4 of the 5 times. And the one time they did do it, it was shortened from 48 hours to 24 hours. I can't make plans and rely on that to happen. I don't have any family here that I can count on. So I am going to just continue doing what I do and take it one day at a time
Saturday day was good enough.. Minor issues, but nothing too terrible. I spent the day cooking th efamily's favorite dinner.. eggrolls, fried rice, sweet and sour chicken and egg drop soup. After dinner, we played Monoply as a family. I told ds before the game started that he would he would get one warning on his behavior, and that if it continued, he would be asked to leave the game. We played for the better part of an hour when he made a comment that my husband did not find funny. He told son that it wasn't funny, and then all heck broke loose. I tried to redirect his attention to the game, but by then, it was a lost cause. I tod him to go to his room, and then it really started.
Yelling, screaming, trying to throw things. I told him again to go to his room,which he did. But, he proceeded to take his back pack (one with wheels and extendable handle) and beat it on the floor, wall (managed to get another hole in his wall), over and over again. This went on for about 15 minutes until the handle broke and the back pack was no more. He then took the handle that broke off and started to beat on the common wall between his and his sister's room. Now as if this was not bad enough, btu his sister is recovering from a concussion that she suffered Friday night after getting knocked off her bike and hitting her head on the concrete. She comes out to the kitchen in tears and agony because the vibration and sound of him hitting the wall made her head 10 times worse than it was.
He finally managed to calm down, and I let him out of his room. I asked him to come out to the living room with me so that we would talk. We were talking just fine for about 15 mins, and I do not remember what I said, but he starting hitting the couch. I asked hime once to stop hitting it, and then when he did it again, I told him to stop. The third time I told him if he hit it again that he would be going back to his room. Not more than a minute later, he hit the couch, so I told him he had to go to his room for the night. The next "round"(as we call them in our house) started with a vengence. More yelling and screaming added to the down right refusal to go to his room. I told him 3 times to go to his room and then told him if he did not go then I would have my husband carry him in, and well that jsut set him off all that much more. But after a few minutes, he finally did go, and was asleep for the night in about 20 mins.
What amazed me more than anything during that was myself. I tried realllyyyyyyyy hard to keep calm and I did . Came close a few times, but I turned by back to him and took a few deep breaths.
Today started off well. We watched a couple of shows together, and then I went to work. The day went well enough, until I was getting ready to leave work, and my husband called to say that he had to control the son because he got angry and tied to throw the dining room chair at the wall. (I already have a total of 4 holes in different walls that will require total dry wall replacement which we can not afford right now.) When I say control him, I mean wrap him up in a bear hug. Well when he did that, he kicked my husband which caused him to drop to the floor with him.
I wish oh I wish I could get a break, but nothing I seem to try ever works out. I was supposed to go wout with my friends for a few hours next weekend, but daughter's ER visit took what little extra money I had.
The other thing that I wish for is respite care. He has it allotted because of his SED waiver, but my county mental health center is too small to offer it on their own, so they contract with another one. Out of the 5 times that we have scheduled it, they have cancelled 4 of the 5 times. And the one time they did do it, it was shortened from 48 hours to 24 hours. I can't make plans and rely on that to happen. I don't have any family here that I can count on. So I am going to just continue doing what I do and take it one day at a time