This year, as far as school goes, is really just been an exercise in teaching Bean to go to school at a higher level. If he walks away from the whole year with 1/4 credit we'll be doing good. His anxiety is so bad that it manifests physically. Normally gastero-intestinal problems. But he also got pneumonia this year, mono, and every virus du jour ( Read more... )

Poor Bean, we've had to do so many med adjustments in the last little while that I can't keep track. Right now I'm at *The Soul-Sucking Day Job* that I only keep for insurance...well and a supposed retirement, so I can't do my regular record-keeping here of what he's taking. I have to remember to do that when I get home...

What I can remember:  ( Read more... )

It's been a demanding three weeks. Add to that my Hubby and I's new year's resolution to start taking as better care of us (to match on par with how well our children are taken care of), and the demands just never seem to stop ( Read more... )

Bean had to miss his monthly field trip again today. So he was home with me this a.m. until he could return to his regular classes this afternoon ( Read more... )

I was just coming out of a bit of a personal funk. All the while, it seemed Bean was doing better. The increase in his Clonidine seemed to be helping him and when called on poor choices his recovery from anger and meltdown was faster and faster ( Read more... )

I do believe this morning, by the light of the day, that things will get worse before they get better. However, on Saturday there's no way you could have told me that things would get worse ( Read more... )

He had a complete dissassociated explosion today...that's the term his therapist used ( Read more... )

So I open up my Email tonight to find this from Bean's homeroom teacher. She also has him for a total of three classes. So his first three periods are spent with this teacher. She has been the most patient, the most willing to work with him. But, she's done...

Hello,

Bean went on the field trip with us, but I had to keep my eye on him.  Unstructured ( Read more... )

mental illness
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 So, as I was saying earlier...

Hubby and I went to the family counselor. He scoffed. She parried. I cheered. Actually, I tried really hard to not make him look like an ass, using only my "I feel" comments. But, he's trying. And give him kudos for that. He is a modern man in that regard. Many would just say 'Bullshit!' and I would have to limp ( Read more... )