Things have been very rough the past few weeks. Lots of aggression and defiance and power struggles. Meds don't seem to do too much so far. I don't think it is a problem for drugs to fix, but I'm running out of steam. I am very tired of being bullied by a little kid. It's so weird. When you see those little brats on shows like oprah or nanny 911, you roll your eyes at how ridiculous. Until you have one. And I knew it was gonna be hard, of course, but until it is living in your house... People are sympathetic and supportive, but they really don't have any idea what the constant button pushing is like.
Things we have tried:
timers, hugs, removing privileges, yelling, ignoring, time out in bedroom for D, time out in bedroom for mom, dogs moved to safety, fake "holding therapy" or kinda modified and loving restraint, tokens, charts, schedules, written rules, reading rules daily, giving choices, natural consequences, payback for mom's wasted time/energy/money with chores, talking, lecturing, nagging...
and many combinations and variations of everything I can think of or read about.
And sometimes, he is an absolute doll. Funny and thoughtful and cheerful. It is just harder than you can imagine.
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