Mikey
Psycho Gorilla Dad
Okay, so I stepped in the poo this weekend and now don't know what to do.
Last week, difficult child had a session with his therapist, and he brought along his easy child girlfriend. This was after a letter I wrote to difficult child stating that if he wanted to be a member of the family, he needed to start acting like one (right now, he wants the freedoms of an adult but the bennies of a child).
I was expecting him to come home in foul, combative mood. But he didn't. Therapist called later to tell me both he AND easy child girlfriend got on my son to grow up a little and start acting like the person he wanted to be treated as. Unexpectedly, he didn't seem to fight it. ????
Well, as I've said before, I dread weekends the way some people dread having rusty needles stuck in their eyes. Weekends are freetime for difficult child, and freetime = acting out time. So Friday came, and I was expecting the same old game.
I did have a conversation with difficult child on Friday afternoon, though, trying to play on the therapist session. Told him that maybe this would be a good weekend to start working on some things together. He didn't say much, but he didn't leave the car and run away from the conversation, either (which is what he normally does).
I also offered to help with Prom costs and his cell phone if he'd respect his curfew all weekend, which he said he would.
Friday night came, and he was actually home early from curfew. :whew:
Saturday came, and difficult child was actually around a bit - helped move some furniture around, etc. More than he's done for a while.
But that night, we were taking my older son out for dinner and a movie for his birthday. difficult child decided to hang out with his drug buddies instead, but said he'd be home by curfew. I was pretty upset that he'd choose his "friends" and pot over a chance to be with us for a birthday soiree, but that was his choice.
:grrr:
The only thing I did was call his girlfriend (whom I thought I had a good relationship with) and asked her to keep difficult child from driving if he'd been "indulging". She said she'd try. difficult child called later to ask if girlfriend could "spend the night". I said (a) only if her parents said it was okay - we weren't going to lie to them, and (b) they weren't sleeping in the same room. He said okay.
So, off we go to dinner, expecting him and girlfriend back at the house when we got home. The movie was a late one, and we didn't get out until after midnight. Drove up to the house, his car wasn't there. GRRR! Called him several times, he didn't answer. Double GRRR!!! Called his girlfriend, got directions to his "friend's" house, dopped off the family, and off I went to finally have it out.
Got to friend's house, and sure enough there was his car. I didn't know which house it was, though, so I didn't go banging on doors. I simply started calling repeatedly and texting, hoping to bug him enough to come out and talk with me.
In the middle of this, at 1:30am, sitting on his car in the middle of a cul-de-sac, I get a call from my daughter saying that my son is asleep in his bed.
:hammer:
I come home, tail between legs, knowing what's going to happen in the morning. difficult child wakes up on Sunday, tells me to stop "stalking" him, stop talking to his girlfriend, and then walks away.
So this time, I really screwed the pooch. I went to all the trouble to write him a letter from the heart, his doctor and girlfriend supported me, he said on Friday he'd really think about the letter and at least be open to it, and then he did everything he said he'd do, even getting home early on curfew both nights! Was even pleasant to be around, and was home more than he had been for a while. He even left his car at friends house because he didn't want to drive while stoned!
Boy, did I mess this one up!
I apologized, said that "I guess trust goes both ways, and we both have a ways to go to get back to the center". difficult child said I was making too big a deal of it, and walked away.
I've tried to apolgize, and my wife says that I have to remember that I reacted that way because of his prior actions. I still feel pretty bad, though, because it was an otherwise really good weekend - he tried (a little), and got nothing back in return.
:hammer: :hammer: :hammer:
I still feel like I screwed something big up, though. I've been harping and ranting for weeks about him either trying harder with the family, or giving up and acting like a tennant. He made the effort, and was rewarded with the same treatment he normally gets when he acts out.
Not sure where to go from here - just needed to get this off my chest.
Mikey
Last week, difficult child had a session with his therapist, and he brought along his easy child girlfriend. This was after a letter I wrote to difficult child stating that if he wanted to be a member of the family, he needed to start acting like one (right now, he wants the freedoms of an adult but the bennies of a child).
I was expecting him to come home in foul, combative mood. But he didn't. Therapist called later to tell me both he AND easy child girlfriend got on my son to grow up a little and start acting like the person he wanted to be treated as. Unexpectedly, he didn't seem to fight it. ????
Well, as I've said before, I dread weekends the way some people dread having rusty needles stuck in their eyes. Weekends are freetime for difficult child, and freetime = acting out time. So Friday came, and I was expecting the same old game.
I did have a conversation with difficult child on Friday afternoon, though, trying to play on the therapist session. Told him that maybe this would be a good weekend to start working on some things together. He didn't say much, but he didn't leave the car and run away from the conversation, either (which is what he normally does).
I also offered to help with Prom costs and his cell phone if he'd respect his curfew all weekend, which he said he would.
Friday night came, and he was actually home early from curfew. :whew:
Saturday came, and difficult child was actually around a bit - helped move some furniture around, etc. More than he's done for a while.
But that night, we were taking my older son out for dinner and a movie for his birthday. difficult child decided to hang out with his drug buddies instead, but said he'd be home by curfew. I was pretty upset that he'd choose his "friends" and pot over a chance to be with us for a birthday soiree, but that was his choice.
:grrr:
The only thing I did was call his girlfriend (whom I thought I had a good relationship with) and asked her to keep difficult child from driving if he'd been "indulging". She said she'd try. difficult child called later to ask if girlfriend could "spend the night". I said (a) only if her parents said it was okay - we weren't going to lie to them, and (b) they weren't sleeping in the same room. He said okay.
So, off we go to dinner, expecting him and girlfriend back at the house when we got home. The movie was a late one, and we didn't get out until after midnight. Drove up to the house, his car wasn't there. GRRR! Called him several times, he didn't answer. Double GRRR!!! Called his girlfriend, got directions to his "friend's" house, dopped off the family, and off I went to finally have it out.
Got to friend's house, and sure enough there was his car. I didn't know which house it was, though, so I didn't go banging on doors. I simply started calling repeatedly and texting, hoping to bug him enough to come out and talk with me.
In the middle of this, at 1:30am, sitting on his car in the middle of a cul-de-sac, I get a call from my daughter saying that my son is asleep in his bed.
:hammer:
I come home, tail between legs, knowing what's going to happen in the morning. difficult child wakes up on Sunday, tells me to stop "stalking" him, stop talking to his girlfriend, and then walks away.
So this time, I really screwed the pooch. I went to all the trouble to write him a letter from the heart, his doctor and girlfriend supported me, he said on Friday he'd really think about the letter and at least be open to it, and then he did everything he said he'd do, even getting home early on curfew both nights! Was even pleasant to be around, and was home more than he had been for a while. He even left his car at friends house because he didn't want to drive while stoned!
Boy, did I mess this one up!
I apologized, said that "I guess trust goes both ways, and we both have a ways to go to get back to the center". difficult child said I was making too big a deal of it, and walked away.
I've tried to apolgize, and my wife says that I have to remember that I reacted that way because of his prior actions. I still feel pretty bad, though, because it was an otherwise really good weekend - he tried (a little), and got nothing back in return.
:hammer: :hammer: :hammer:
I still feel like I screwed something big up, though. I've been harping and ranting for weeks about him either trying harder with the family, or giving up and acting like a tennant. He made the effort, and was rewarded with the same treatment he normally gets when he acts out.
Not sure where to go from here - just needed to get this off my chest.
Mikey