Mikey
Psycho Gorilla Dad
Well, 4/20 wasn't much of a problem, but 4/21 (Saturday) was. However, difficult child seemed to respond to our enforcment of the house rules without too much fuss.
Or so we thought.
Yesterday, wife came home at 4pm to find difficult child cooking up pot peanut butter crackers in our stove! And it's not like he didn't know his mom was on her way - wife called 10 minutes before to let him know she was coming home to help him get ready for a job interview at 5pm.
Of course, the moment wife walks in the house it reeks of pot, and difficult child has the gall to stand there with a stupid grin on his face and say "I'm just cooking some peanut butter crackers"...
...Like my wife doesn't know what pot smells like. :grrr:
Well, like Saturday, crackers go in the disposal, pot goes in the toilet, car is searched and that pot goes in the toilet as well. difficult child still gets ready for job interview while all this is going on (and somehow gets the job).
My son isn't stupid. He knew he would get caught. It's almost like he wanted to get caught - maybe to provoke a fight, maybe to get back at us for flushing his weed and grounding him on Saturday, I don't know. But this was a deliberate, in our face "F___ You".
wife was furious, wanted to kick him out on the spot. I tried talking to him, but the argument had already been in full swing for 20 minutes before I screeched into the driveway to prevent murder. At that point, difficult child's ODD was in full gear, and there was almost no talking to him. I followed him around while he was getting dressed, and managed to get in a few questions. But as soon as he was done he left for his interview, then disappeared until curfew (actually was home 30 minutes before curfew).
Yep, pot is a major problem, and now it's time to deal with it. But I can't help but feel this episode was about something else. When I asked him if he thought pot was worth risking the progress he'd made over the last three months, he replied "what progress?".
I said "Hasn't your life been better lately?" (which I thought it was, since he seemed happier and appeared to be proud of his accomplishments). He said "No, only your life is better because I'm not getting into trouble. I can't hang out with any of my stoner friends, I haven't slept over anywhere for over two months, and the only person you approve of that I'm around is my girlfriend. Nope, my life sucks, but your life sure has been better".
I then asked "So if you're so unhappy, what would make you happy?" Stupid question, I know, but I wanted to get him to come out and actually say what he thought to keep the conversation going. He outflanked me with his reply, though. He said "Think of all the things you don't want me doing, all the things you say hurts you and Mom, all the things you say will damage my relationship with the family, and you'll know".
I asked "so pot is worth throwing away your relationship with us and all the good things you've accomplished in the last few months?" He replies "If you say so. I like pot - that won't change. All that will change is that I know now to never bring it into the house, never let you know when I'm using it, never tell you where I am or who I'm with, and never let you know what I'm doing. And you can't stop it".
So, I guess the gauntlet has been thrown. I'm meeting with his therapist today to discuss strategies for difficult child's session tomorrow night (assuming he'll go). Don't know what will come of it, but the doctor's initial thought is that this isn't about the pot, but an anger response over what we did over the weekend. In a wierd way, it's almost like using pot and deliberately choosing that lifestyle has become a weapon for him to use against us.
I feel like I'm playing a shell game with a streetcorner hustler. Which cup has the peanut? Or, in other words, what's the real problem here? Pick the wrong cup, you lose your money. Pick the wrong issue to address, lose your chance to help your son.
My head is still reeling from this. But I guess it's time to take the bull by the horns and do what has to be done. I just need to make sure I'm taking on the right bull.
:nonono:
Mikey
Or so we thought.
Yesterday, wife came home at 4pm to find difficult child cooking up pot peanut butter crackers in our stove! And it's not like he didn't know his mom was on her way - wife called 10 minutes before to let him know she was coming home to help him get ready for a job interview at 5pm.
Of course, the moment wife walks in the house it reeks of pot, and difficult child has the gall to stand there with a stupid grin on his face and say "I'm just cooking some peanut butter crackers"...
...Like my wife doesn't know what pot smells like. :grrr:
Well, like Saturday, crackers go in the disposal, pot goes in the toilet, car is searched and that pot goes in the toilet as well. difficult child still gets ready for job interview while all this is going on (and somehow gets the job).
My son isn't stupid. He knew he would get caught. It's almost like he wanted to get caught - maybe to provoke a fight, maybe to get back at us for flushing his weed and grounding him on Saturday, I don't know. But this was a deliberate, in our face "F___ You".
wife was furious, wanted to kick him out on the spot. I tried talking to him, but the argument had already been in full swing for 20 minutes before I screeched into the driveway to prevent murder. At that point, difficult child's ODD was in full gear, and there was almost no talking to him. I followed him around while he was getting dressed, and managed to get in a few questions. But as soon as he was done he left for his interview, then disappeared until curfew (actually was home 30 minutes before curfew).
Yep, pot is a major problem, and now it's time to deal with it. But I can't help but feel this episode was about something else. When I asked him if he thought pot was worth risking the progress he'd made over the last three months, he replied "what progress?".
I said "Hasn't your life been better lately?" (which I thought it was, since he seemed happier and appeared to be proud of his accomplishments). He said "No, only your life is better because I'm not getting into trouble. I can't hang out with any of my stoner friends, I haven't slept over anywhere for over two months, and the only person you approve of that I'm around is my girlfriend. Nope, my life sucks, but your life sure has been better".
I then asked "So if you're so unhappy, what would make you happy?" Stupid question, I know, but I wanted to get him to come out and actually say what he thought to keep the conversation going. He outflanked me with his reply, though. He said "Think of all the things you don't want me doing, all the things you say hurts you and Mom, all the things you say will damage my relationship with the family, and you'll know".
I asked "so pot is worth throwing away your relationship with us and all the good things you've accomplished in the last few months?" He replies "If you say so. I like pot - that won't change. All that will change is that I know now to never bring it into the house, never let you know when I'm using it, never tell you where I am or who I'm with, and never let you know what I'm doing. And you can't stop it".
So, I guess the gauntlet has been thrown. I'm meeting with his therapist today to discuss strategies for difficult child's session tomorrow night (assuming he'll go). Don't know what will come of it, but the doctor's initial thought is that this isn't about the pot, but an anger response over what we did over the weekend. In a wierd way, it's almost like using pot and deliberately choosing that lifestyle has become a weapon for him to use against us.
I feel like I'm playing a shell game with a streetcorner hustler. Which cup has the peanut? Or, in other words, what's the real problem here? Pick the wrong cup, you lose your money. Pick the wrong issue to address, lose your chance to help your son.
My head is still reeling from this. But I guess it's time to take the bull by the horns and do what has to be done. I just need to make sure I'm taking on the right bull.
:nonono:
Mikey