So it's been just over 2 years since Denny was diagnosed as ADHD & ODD. Some days it appears we're starting to conquer the attitude/behavior issues,... and then there are the OTHER days. At this point he has therapy once every other week, a medication appt with a psychiatrist once a month or every other month, and a caseworker who meets with him, me, and the school (at least 4 meetings per month total) to try and suggest ways to help him reach goals that will help him be a healthier and better behaved part of society. After 6 months we've been able to cross off one of his goals - to be more active in his community. We've got Cub Scouts, (had) football camp, (had) summer rec, and are looking into a family membership to the Y in town.
His behavior has - on the whole - been better since last Wednesday, but
when it's spotty it's VERY spotty. He managed to get through Thursday
night, Friday, and Saturday morning without calling himself any "bad"
(retard, stupid, idiot, etc.) names in order to get his weekly prize
after admitting that he didn't really deserve a prize due to his
behavior Monday-Thursday afternoon.
The kids spent Sat/Sun at Mike's
and supposedly behaved very well, but within 5 minutes of being home I
had a confrontation with him due to behavior toward his sister. This
was just after he informed me that because he didn't know he was
spending 2 days at his father's house he took all the afternoon meds I'd
sent with him on Saturday afternoon - in other words he'd gotten a
double dose of afternoon meds on Saturday and none on Sunday. I didn't give him any at that point because I didn't want to compound the overage of meds AND because they only give us enough to get to the next appt which isn't until Sept 6th.
I had a (fairly) normal day at work yesterday other than the boss was out of town, and other than the coughing/breathing issues from my allergies felt tired but fine - until 5 minutes AFTER I walked out the door. Then it felt like someone had hit me up side the head with a sledgehammer. When I
got home Dad told me Denny had been great all day - there had been one minor
incident which his sister had helped instigate, but once separated
everything was good. And, then when he was told he'd been on the pc for
longer than he'd been told he could and it was time to get off for
dinner he went into a tantrum about how he wasn't hungry and his life was a
waste and someone should just kill him, etc. We just made him sit at the table, and told him he could eat or not, but that was his choice. Once he'd calmed down he
was snuggly and attentive - even putting a (huge) band-aid on a cut on
my leg because Micci had accidently been brushing her foot back and
forth over it which HURT and tucking my blanket around me because after
fighting off a bad headache while dealing with his attitude I was so
exhausted I was falling asleep trying to watch Big Bang Theory with
them. I almost wonder at this point about bi-polar issues with the way
his behavior bounces... (And, no - he did end up not eating anything beyond what he'd had for breakfast and lunch.)
This morning he was in a fine mood when he woke up again - insisting on snuggling with me before his sister woke up, and then OFFERING to let her snuggle with me after she did! I'm hoping when I get home I find that he was good for Grandma. Mom was watching the kids today as Dad had an eye appt early in the morning. I'm guessing he probably was decent because - if for no other reason - Grandma for a day is a treat for them.
There's my random vent/thoughts for the day, and I'd probably better run before the boss finishes his sitting!
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