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There is a character on the cartoon Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, that has ALWAYS made me think of my son.

The Scribbles.kendall_scribble(try putting clothes on that!!!)

This morning was no different.

How in the world did I come to allow this tiny army sargent, that is my 9-year-old son, into my home and continually allow him to run amuck in my life?

I am constantly aware of his Autism.  CONSTANTLY.  I am hypervigilint to his ever waking need for reassurance, peace and stability.  I am always policing his food intake (gluten-free diet, folks) and his video game, You Tube and Television consumption.  His homework takes several hours each night due to his inability to stay on task.  He rages if it’s bedtime and he is in the middle of a 45 minute You Tube video. He yells if I tell him to “stop talking and eat”, he is sensitive to every look, word, sound, texture and smell that you can think of…  I am always the calm, passive, rug.  Just someone for him to roll all over when he needs a soft place to fall.  I take the punches, the yelling, the rage and I don’t react.  I AM a punching bag…. on the outside.

I sometimes think about what I would LIKE to do.  Yell back, scream in his face, shake him, smack his mouth for talking to me that way. Spank him. Leave him alone to rage in his room without my audience. But those things can’t be done, not to someone with Aspergers.

If you have never witnessed a true Aspie “melt down”, well then… Bless Your Face.. You are lucky!

It is not unusual for him to scream and rage like a wild animal, slapping and punching himself in the face and stomach, face contorting into something that resembles the Incredible Hulk, suicidal threats rolling off his slobbery lips.  Snot, tears, anger, pain, frustration all pouring out of him like a river.  It’s terrifying, and once you have seen one a parent will do what ever they can to never see another one.

So, we become passive.  We become defenseless.  We allow this other human being to do things to us that we would be running to the shelter to avoid if it was a grown man doing them.

I never thought I would allow another person to speak to me the way my ex-husband used to.  But yet, that’s exactly what I did this morning.  I sat there silently in the car while my son ranted and raved about how bad he feels, and screamed at me for his nose being stuffed up, and berated me for ever taking him to school. Just last night he informed me I was the “best mom ever, and his very best friend” this morning I was his worst enemy, disgusting and stupid.

All in a days work, son… All in a days work.

I guess I hang on for those days that things are good, really good.  I hang on to the memories of  the calm, happy, precious boy who was making me laugh just an hour ago.  The boy who has such a wicked sense of humor I sometimes forget he is only 9.

The boy that loves his Mom more than life.  The boy who cuddles and hugs better than any human on earth.  I have to hold on to that.  I have to belive and trust that, no matter how big he grows to be, he will never lash out and hurt me. Not physically, anyways. I hope.

I just figure it’s my own fault for allowing him to hurt me emotionally and mentally right now.  I know he doesn’t even recall half of the actions and words he spews forth during one of his rages.  So I just have to live off of the sweet precious moments, and pray his rage never bends me further back than I can ever bend… I pray I never snap in half… I pray my back just keeps bending and never breaks.  I have to hold on to that… I have to hang on.

 

 

 

 

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Meltdowns, rages, anxiety, depression, diet restrictions, sleep disorders, social phobias, misunderstanding, OCD, fear….. and all this goes on my little 8 year-old sons shoulders. 😦

I am emotionally exhausted this morning after a full blown rage that lasted over 30 minutes, last night.  It finally subsided when he pulled himself into a fetal position and covered his head, then proceeded to bash himself mentally.  Crying that he wants to die, wishes he were normal, and wants to sleep for years so he doesn’t hurt anyone else.  😦  I am so sad, I am so sad for him, me, our pets…. our future.

God please grant me the wisdom and strength  to get him though this.  And please send the right people into his life to help us get answers and help.

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