when he's bad, he's very, very bad. Today we visited our "old" child psychologist. I had called ahead to tell them I would like to go over difficult child's psycho-educational test results. Dr R is an authority figure. And he can explain things very well--clearly and calmly. difficult child told me he didn't want to go in. I told him he'd gotten out of going to the psychiatrist but he couldn't get out of this. He came in. He listened. Dr R started out by telling difficult child how smart he is and how he tested way above in language, and continued to tell him positive things, and then led into the Asperger's info. He asked difficult child if he'd ever heard of it b4, and difficult child said something weird like, "You're an idiot but you're really smart." Say what? Anyway, we made it through nicely, ran an errand, came home, life was good. difficult child has been addicted to his PS2 for 2 wks since his birthday. One of his friends gave him a controller and a football DVD. He is allowed 1 hr per day of TV or Gameboy or computer. Not all in one day. Either/or. Now that it's vacation time, (they got out Wed.) he's been pushing the envelope. Today he was on the Gameboy playing football for several hrs. I got him off of it to get dressed, eat, and do chores and he went right back to it. Tonight, he was going to watch wrestling with-husband, as they usually do on Fri nights. But difficult child kept switching the TV back to his Gameboy during commercials. Way too much stimulation. I told him to stop. husband told him to stop. He wrapped the controller in its cord but refused to give it to me. I went to take it out of the DVD player and he grabbed my hand and squeezed it so hard, my knuckles cracked and I thought he'd broken something. I reacted by swinging at him to get him to let go (didn't know I had that reflex!), and he socked me right in the neck, right where my bone spurs are, where husband has been working on me for 2 wks. husband sent difficult child to his room and he's grounded off of all electronics until further notice. Thank d*G. I iced for 20 min. and had myself a little cry. It was getting way out of control. He is so Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Your kids always break your hand and sock you in the neck when you remove their controllers, right? I know darn well that he's going to follow me around all day tomorrow and negotiate to get the GameBoy back.