Wednesday, March 9, 2011
That was a lie, I do know how it started. It started with a simple statement, "go clean your room before you play video games."
Sounds easy enough right? Well I guess it wasn't. Door closes and I hear guitar music.
"Hey kid, put down that guitar and clean your room."
"I wanted a break. I was tired."
"You were told to clean your room, not play your guitar."
It went downhill from there. Have you ever tried reasoning with an autistic soon to be 18 year old? It doesn't work and my temper flares, which in turn makes his temper flare.
This is a kid that scares me when things get heated. He's sent both of us to the hospital on more than one occasion. I have pepper spray and plastic restraints on advice of the deputies that have frequented my house during his outbursts.
I won't back down. Backing down only strengthens his resolve the next time.
Luckily his father was at the house and was able to diffuse the situation somewhat, but not before one of my kitchen cabinet doors was slammed so hard that it broke in half.
I left with the rest of the kids to celebrate my baby girl's 21st birthday, leaving them to sort things out.
I'm not usually in a situation that I'm not sure how to handle. This kid throws them at me all the time. He's put a huge wedge in our relationship. I don't want to be around him, I don't want to see him, I don't want to deal with it. I'm angry, I'm hurt and I'm scared.
Does that make me a bad mom? No, it makes me realistic.