Thursday, December 08, 2005
I don't even know what to title this
If you know me even a little bit, you know my mantra for almost any situation in life is "Oh, well, it could be worse." Very tedious of me, I know, so I try to keep that sort of thing to a minimum and instead make everything funny.
I'm kind of stuck for this one, though.
Yesterday didn't start out too well. A spider bit me in the night. (I'm guessing that's what it is, since mosquito season is well over and I can't find any sign of fleas on the animals.) Then something I ordered from Sears which was important to my gift-giving plans came, and it was TOTALLY the wrong item. And it's way cold, and it's the Christmas season and I'm way behind, blahblahblah.
And then there's Mike.
The Mike thing has been going on for a while. Some of it is the changes of adolescence. Add to that, the emotional changes normally seen at around 9 or 10, which is about where he's at behaviorally due to his disability.
Some of it is, I think, a function OF his particular disability. His biological mother's family had to commit her to a full-time residential facility when she was about 12 because she was acting out violently towards them, including her 4 year old half-sister. Considering she had really very little contact with Mike as he has grown up, it's kind of disturbing how similar their personalities are in some ways.
Mike is also under stress from some school things, like new standardized tests, and less aide help because they are being spread more thinly these days, due to budget problems. Also, he was quite upset because Damaris and the kids moved away.
But basically, the problem is that he has been acting out in a major way from time to time in the last month or so. We've consulted his docs, adjusted his meds, and last week he and I had our first appointment with a counselor. Oh, and I'm reading a book. Slowly, as it's actually more a book for training counselors than parents. Probably I should go and try to read more of it faster, all things considered.
There are several reasons why I am posting about this. Partly it's because one of the useful things about blogging is that it does in fact act as a journal, so you can go back in time and review how things were at various times of your life. Partly, it's sort of a vaccine against denial for me. Writing it down is acknowledging it really happened, which theoretically will encourage me to address the problem.
Partly it's to apologize, for the past and future. If I have seemed like I ignored you in emails, if I haven't been around much, and haven't been very funny, I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me.
I think I'm kind of depressed.
I'm kind of stuck for this one, though.
Yesterday didn't start out too well. A spider bit me in the night. (I'm guessing that's what it is, since mosquito season is well over and I can't find any sign of fleas on the animals.) Then something I ordered from Sears which was important to my gift-giving plans came, and it was TOTALLY the wrong item. And it's way cold, and it's the Christmas season and I'm way behind, blahblahblah.
And then there's Mike.
The Mike thing has been going on for a while. Some of it is the changes of adolescence. Add to that, the emotional changes normally seen at around 9 or 10, which is about where he's at behaviorally due to his disability.
Some of it is, I think, a function OF his particular disability. His biological mother's family had to commit her to a full-time residential facility when she was about 12 because she was acting out violently towards them, including her 4 year old half-sister. Considering she had really very little contact with Mike as he has grown up, it's kind of disturbing how similar their personalities are in some ways.
Mike is also under stress from some school things, like new standardized tests, and less aide help because they are being spread more thinly these days, due to budget problems. Also, he was quite upset because Damaris and the kids moved away.
But basically, the problem is that he has been acting out in a major way from time to time in the last month or so. We've consulted his docs, adjusted his meds, and last week he and I had our first appointment with a counselor. Oh, and I'm reading a book. Slowly, as it's actually more a book for training counselors than parents. Probably I should go and try to read more of it faster, all things considered.
There are several reasons why I am posting about this. Partly it's because one of the useful things about blogging is that it does in fact act as a journal, so you can go back in time and review how things were at various times of your life. Partly, it's sort of a vaccine against denial for me. Writing it down is acknowledging it really happened, which theoretically will encourage me to address the problem.
Partly it's to apologize, for the past and future. If I have seemed like I ignored you in emails, if I haven't been around much, and haven't been very funny, I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me.
I think I'm kind of depressed.
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