My sweet son had a significant meltdown last night. Like for reals. It’s the first we’ve had at this level in a long time. Eventually, he was able to calm down enough to lie down with his service dog, Sammy. He cried, ran his hands over Sammy’s body and murmured to him for almost 30… Continue reading The Long Obedience of Motherhood
I am really struggling with everything right now. The constant meltdowns are just getting to be too much. I am not sure I can do this much longer. How do you do all this and not feel like you want to quit? A sweet mom emailed me this question last week. I receive a variation… Continue reading When You Want To Quit (and you will want to quit)
“I am going to write a doctor’s note for you stating that you have a serious medical condition. Perhaps this will help you get respite care from someone.” After months of crippling headaches, a stabbing sensation behind my right eye and shooting pains down the right side of my body, I finally went to see… Continue reading The Best Thing You Can Do To Help An Explosive Child
There were scratches up and down my arms and my mascara was smudged. I glanced in the rear view mirror and noted that my hair would also need to be fixed before I went into the office. I looked like I had been in a fight. The truth is, I had. As I drove away from… Continue reading Homeschooling An Explosive Child
I heard the sound of glass breaking before I could get to his room. I ran in, and a book flew past my head and hit the wall behind me. My son, crying, out of breath, and full of rage, had completely lost control. He was swinging his arms wildly and pacing. He was muttering,… Continue reading My Explosive Child Has Lost Control – What Do I do?
What’s going to happen when he’s older and able to do more damage? Someone is going to get hurt. What if the neighbors call the police? I can’t do this for the rest of my life. We don’t have the money for another window repair. At what point do I call 911? I never thought… Continue reading Calming An Explosive Child
When my son kicked the windshield, I didn’t think it would break. I was wrong. Apparently, the force of losing all rational thought and ability was enough to crack it from end to end. He was crying, flailing and screaming at me. “I can’t do it. Mommmmeeeeeeeee. I can’t. I can’t go in.” We were… Continue reading Why Is My Child So Explosive?