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OMG! YES!!
I could be in your shoes... hell, i AM in your shoes! My youngest son is 8 years old. I have two grown children, a son, 23 and a daughter, 22. Nothing prepared me for Bruce. They were so easy, so compliant, so sweet and loving.... I didn't realize just how much my world was going to change when Bruce came into my life.
I should have known from his birth during a massive thunderstorm that nothing about this child would be calm or quiet. It started with colic. He would cry from about 5pm until midnight or 1:00 am. Nothing helped. And so began the rest of our lives. He was the busiest child I've ever seen; as an infant playing on the floor, he was never content. Belly time = scream time. Hold him and he'd fidget and fuss until you put him down, then he'd fidget and fuss until you picked him up. Our lifeline at that time was the swing... the constant motion soothed him. For a few precious minutes, anyway. Shopping with him was a nightmare, even at the earliest age. Its no wonder I didn't remember having those kinds of problems with the older kids... they were normal.
Terrible twos? ROFL!! Nightmare-From-Hell twos, threes, fours, fives... He never left the twos. In many ways he's STILL like a two year old. Smart, crafty, canny, and ALWAYS on the go, he kept me from doing anything but tailing behind him cleaning up his messes, or grabbing things before he could get to them, then off he'd go again! I wanted to put him in an enclosure made for small dogs, but I was told that would be "abusive" and to just let him grow out of it. HA!!
Kindergarten: suspended 5 times. First grade: suspended 6 times. Second grade I FINALLY gave up and put him on medication. It helped immensely... until his system became desensitized to it. The teacher phone calls, the principals, the counselors... I finally broke down with his first grade teacher in tears and told her this: I don't know what to do... I can't beat him any more than I do, or I'll go to jail. I can't lock him in a room until he's 18 or I'll go to jail. I can't sit on top of him at school all day every day or I'll lose MY job. I can't MAKE him do anything, and I will NOT zombify him with medicine. It is YOUR job to teach him, so TEACH him! Find a way, and leave me alone!
Life with my child is a battle... rarely pleasant, NEVER peaceful. I live in a constant state of battle-readiness. My nerves are shot, I eat too much, I snap at people that don't deserve it and I have NO patience left for my son. Those people that have gone to jail for locking their kids up? yeah... I understand completely. I don't agree, and it is NOT right, but I TOTALLY understand why they might do it. So tempting... I could tell you a million stories about my child, and you would see YOUR child in every one of them. He fights, he argues, he lashes out in anger, he rages, he screams... and he hugs, and he cries, and he hates himself. And I hug, and I cry, and I tell him we'll get through this somehow.
He's brilliant, and he's so impulsive it makes him do stupid things, like run up and down on the hood of his grandmother's car causing massive damage. Or poking holes in the leather seats of my truck, or slicing the seat of the lawnmower... There's no end to the list of things he's destroyed for no particular reason than because he had an impulse and followed through.
I know why I was given this child. God was teaching me a lesson in humility. I knew in my heart that ADHD was a made-up disorder to pacify lazy parents. As a teacher I've seen those kids come through my high school chemistry class and mentally berate the parents for a child that simply needed a good ass whipping. yeah... right. So God, in His ultimate wisdom and to my horror, gave me one of those children. This way I can see for myself that it is NOT bad parenting all the time... sometimes there IS a problem with the child. I have told God over and over again that I understand now, and that I'll never again judge parents so harshly... now will You PLEASE fix my child?!?!
I am searching for a therapist now. Not for my child so much as for me. My sanity is at stake. I need help to deal with my child so that I don't kill him, or myself. I can hopefully find some useful information on this site that I don't have to pay for, and if not, at least I can come here and rant, because I know that you will understand, and are in the same nasty leaky rickety old boat that I'm in.
God bless you all.
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