So my middle boy has a start to diagnosing his behavioral issues.
So far he is ADHD, and DMDD.
From what i gather in my reading, the DMDD is what used to be childhood bipolar.
He will likely get more wonderful letters attached…I anticipate RAD, and ODD. Many of these are similar in their behaviors. His doctor recommended he get evaluated for 504 or IEP for school. Let the fun begin folks (sarcasm).
We’ve been trying new things with medication to try to get it to last thru a school day. Unfortunately, this means it doesn’t last AFTER school at home and I’m ready to fucking die.
We tried to go to the park 2 days ago. It was Friday, a holiday weekend, let’s do something fun, right?
Well, it’s a splash pad park, and the water was off. Thankfully, someone was working to fix it, so we waited and played at the playground area. My middle son doesn’t know how to play. He sits and stares at us, waiting for us to entertain him. Nope. No way. Go fucking play. If you want to play with someone play with your brother. The problem there?? He’s mean. So little brother is getting to the point where he yells, “I’m playing by myself!” And, I can’t blame him. I’m actually proud of him for setting limits and boundaries.
So, middle stares. If new kids arrive he can engage them in play. Even appropriately. Why? Why can he play nicely with strange kids and he’s a complete dick ton his brother. It’s that honeymoon phase of meeting someone new. He can charm the pants off a stranger. But, once he’s comfortable….beware.
He became angry with a dad of a newly met friend, who scolded his child. Sam actually began heckling the family. Following them around the park and taunting the father. It was incredible. I allowed it for longer than I should’ve cuz I was in awe of his actions…how he felt at age 7 he could talk to this adult in this argumentative and rude way, over something that was none of his business.
Then, when we told him it wasn’t his business, he continued following them and simply STARING at them. Seriously. It was so fucking weird, and I felt so embarrassed. The family finally just left!
Now, the park fun didn’t end here…he finally engaged his little brother in play. And then it happened, he tripped and fell while running. He skinned a knee…barely. There was no real blood but a minor abrasion area, with the tiny pinpoints of red. He threw a full tantrum about it. He began kicking and screaming. He’s 7!
Finally, after 20 full minutes, he calmed down. The water park opened and fun was had. That part was super fun.
Then, 7:00 pm ride home. As you can guess, no meds functional this late. The kid wouldn’t shut up. At all. Every single place we pass with a sign or words he must read out loud. Every song he must sing, and insist his brother does it wrong if he tries. He must say the words underwear and poop, laughing a horrendous fake laugh in an attempt to make the little one laugh. If he doesn’t laugh, the words are repeated until someone gets angry and annoyed enough to yell. He will make noise with his spit, he will tap, he will do anything he can to make me want to jump out of the moving vehicle.
Yesterday, he woke us at the butt rack of dawn, after a long night at the park, insisting he was starving at 6 am. He was sent back to bed quietly. 10 min later, he insisted he needed to go to the bathroom. It’s been years that we’ve been trying to get him to understand, DO NOT WAKE US UP TO PEE (or poop) if we are asleep. Do so quietly and go quietly back to bed.
Well, it’s 5am this morning, and guess who decided to come stand next to my bed and announce for a second day in a row he needed to go to the bathroom?? Middle. Are you fucking kidding me??
So, my blood boils, and I’m wide awake at 5 am. God fucking damn it. I calmly informed him he knows the rule not to wake people up. Friday he didn’t use a bathroom the whole day until 3pm. (Not recommended of course. But my point is he has some major bladder control likely learned early on and he uses this stuff to his advantage). I said this was day 2 he had to wake me to use the bathroom, while he knows he shouldnt. I told him he was told to use the bathroom right before bed (he sometimes lies about this, it’s a control issue). So, I declared he must be sick and need the morning in bed. Cuz, I’m so angry wide awake at 5 am, I don’t wanna deal with his punk ass this morning.
And we have plans to take the boat out this afternoon, boat to a beach and hang in the lake. And right now, I dread every second rather than look forward to it, since it’s 5 in the morning, I’m wide awake and pissed off.