I picked up difficult child Fri afternoon. We hadn't driven out of the camp driveway when difficult child started in on me about wanting computer time and how we just don't understand him. He got irate and started screaming and yelling so I pulled over. Luckily, we were out in the boondocks and the driveway we pulled into was long enough that the homeowners didn't see us ... for 45 min. I put the car in park and just let difficult child rant and rave. He went on and on about how he thinks about how he scr*wed up with-the neighbors and easy child and doesn't want to be sent away and he thinks about it all the time to the point where he understands why people commit suicide, although he never would because it's stupid, and because he's different and needs coping mechanisms he should be able to use the computer for a short time every day and then he won't be so anxious and it's not his fault that his dad's computer got a worm and it practically shut down his clinic for an entire day, and it's not his fault he can't control himself ... I closed my eyes and listened and finally said, "This doesn't surprise me. You haven't changed from when you were 2 and I'd pick you up from daycare and you'd hate the transition and scream at me for an hr." Of course he started to rant again, but only for 5 min., and then he cried, blew his nose, and said he was finished and I could drive. Aaaarrrggghhh. Just b4 we got home, I stopped at McD's to get him a burger (no bun) and then told him he could eat in the car while I shopped. I went to World Mkt and just nosed around to calm down. He was fine after that. I told husband that I got it all out of difficult child and husband owed me one for bringing home a calm kid.