If the crickets and the frogs stopped singing, then what?
Bean has been very aggressive and non-maliciously violent. Meaning his non-thinking actions are creating an environment that is very distressing and sometimes very scary.
I partially blame myself for yesterday. Hubby and I snuck off to have an adults-only breakfast and reconnect after not really seeing each other all week. We were at the grill just five blocks away from our house. The kids were left to finish their chores for our little mini date.
The Eye of Saron, as we call the household security cameras, were on. We weren't gone 15 minutes and I get a call from Bean that he and his sister were fooling around and he busted the frame on her bedroom door. I have seen how they chase and play sometimes -- all three of them, so the situation didn't surprise me. He was very focused in the phone call that it could be fixed. This is coming on the heals, mind you of the school system saying the damage that Bean, Jay and Tank did to the elementary school playground is going to cost us $30k -- which means $20k for our family. So, I'm like wondering if he's like hiding some kind of inadvertant super power for destruction at this point.
When we get home after breakfast and look at the footage of what happened -- there was no fooling around. Bean is on the phone with his buddy. He's agitated that he has to leave the house in the evening for his sister's party. (Again, I'm remiss that I allowed that -- I should have said, sorry, they are your brothers, they live here, they don't have to leave...bad mommy). He bumps his shoulder against her door once. She hollers at him to stop. He walks down the hallway coming back towards the camera and then turns around and with the full force of his body -- six feet and 185 pounds -- pushes against her door -- police breaking down a door style. The door crumples. Hubby and I watch this in utter horror. He immediately seems to shift personalities. He gets off the phone with his buddy and we witness the phone call we took while at the restaurant.
I could up his clonidine. I had cut back because it turns him into a Zombie for school. But I had been giving him the full dose on the weekends. But I had stopped under his insistance that he try to go down off the meds. Um, maybe not.
I hate this. My son is 15 and is on -- count them -- six medicines, to include anti-psychotics. It makes me sad; but, then we get these reminders that he's not OK. I have to keep him also on a steady diet of Vitamin D and Vitamin B to counter his SAD and now, mono.
I just had an opportunity to talk to him about it. I was calm. He was calm. The husband was calm. His consequence, in addition, to helping husband fix it -- is to work on the ball fields with his dad today and then participate in the Challenger League. The Challenger League is handicapped kids that want to play baseball -- they have kids with full abilities shadow them on the field to assist them. I thought it would be good for Bean to realize how well he can think and to give back to the community -- both in physical labor and his time. I hope, dear goddess I hope, it teaches him something. I'm so worried. So distressed and disturbed.
He just seems to snap and do these really aggressive and completely violent in their context things. His sister is particularly psychiclly upset by this. Her bedroom door -- her sanctuary -- is insecure now.
I'm stunned and lost. I'm hoping a day int he sunshine, doing physical labor and giving to kids that need it help him.
I partially blame myself for yesterday. Hubby and I snuck off to have an adults-only breakfast and reconnect after not really seeing each other all week. We were at the grill just five blocks away from our house. The kids were left to finish their chores for our little mini date.
The Eye of Saron, as we call the household security cameras, were on. We weren't gone 15 minutes and I get a call from Bean that he and his sister were fooling around and he busted the frame on her bedroom door. I have seen how they chase and play sometimes -- all three of them, so the situation didn't surprise me. He was very focused in the phone call that it could be fixed. This is coming on the heals, mind you of the school system saying the damage that Bean, Jay and Tank did to the elementary school playground is going to cost us $30k -- which means $20k for our family. So, I'm like wondering if he's like hiding some kind of inadvertant super power for destruction at this point.
When we get home after breakfast and look at the footage of what happened -- there was no fooling around. Bean is on the phone with his buddy. He's agitated that he has to leave the house in the evening for his sister's party. (Again, I'm remiss that I allowed that -- I should have said, sorry, they are your brothers, they live here, they don't have to leave...bad mommy). He bumps his shoulder against her door once. She hollers at him to stop. He walks down the hallway coming back towards the camera and then turns around and with the full force of his body -- six feet and 185 pounds -- pushes against her door -- police breaking down a door style. The door crumples. Hubby and I watch this in utter horror. He immediately seems to shift personalities. He gets off the phone with his buddy and we witness the phone call we took while at the restaurant.
I could up his clonidine. I had cut back because it turns him into a Zombie for school. But I had been giving him the full dose on the weekends. But I had stopped under his insistance that he try to go down off the meds. Um, maybe not.
I hate this. My son is 15 and is on -- count them -- six medicines, to include anti-psychotics. It makes me sad; but, then we get these reminders that he's not OK. I have to keep him also on a steady diet of Vitamin D and Vitamin B to counter his SAD and now, mono.
I just had an opportunity to talk to him about it. I was calm. He was calm. The husband was calm. His consequence, in addition, to helping husband fix it -- is to work on the ball fields with his dad today and then participate in the Challenger League. The Challenger League is handicapped kids that want to play baseball -- they have kids with full abilities shadow them on the field to assist them. I thought it would be good for Bean to realize how well he can think and to give back to the community -- both in physical labor and his time. I hope, dear goddess I hope, it teaches him something. I'm so worried. So distressed and disturbed.
He just seems to snap and do these really aggressive and completely violent in their context things. His sister is particularly psychiclly upset by this. Her bedroom door -- her sanctuary -- is insecure now.
I'm stunned and lost. I'm hoping a day int he sunshine, doing physical labor and giving to kids that need it help him.