I'm sick to death
Sick in my gut. Waiting for things with my son to get sorted out. I can't hardly think of anything else, right now. He had a total breakdown last night and said, I quote, "I wish I could just stop breathing and make my life go away!"
His dad says not to forget what he said, because we have to tell the program people. No shit. I don't think I could possibly forget.
He was so happy for a short time, when he first moved to the new class. But he couldn't hold it together. Things are getting worse again, the kids are being mean, according to him. Probably because he's fooling around or can't focus or can't seem to get what they think are simple concepts.
It doesn't matter that he's not stupid. He feels it. Feels out of control. And now the depression is starting to rear its godawful ugly head. Of course I blame myself and my genetics for that. My example of occasional intense despair.
Phone calls have to be made. Now.
His dad says not to forget what he said, because we have to tell the program people. No shit. I don't think I could possibly forget.
He was so happy for a short time, when he first moved to the new class. But he couldn't hold it together. Things are getting worse again, the kids are being mean, according to him. Probably because he's fooling around or can't focus or can't seem to get what they think are simple concepts.
It doesn't matter that he's not stupid. He feels it. Feels out of control. And now the depression is starting to rear its godawful ugly head. Of course I blame myself and my genetics for that. My example of occasional intense despair.
Phone calls have to be made. Now.