Lockit -> RE: Parents of special needs kids (7/21/2009 12:13:30 PM)
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I really feel for all of you struggling with all you have going on. I do want to say... I am living proof that you and they can survive it. For those days when you don't feel you can take one more moment, do keep in mind there comes a day when you know you got through it and can give yourself a pat on the back and say whew what a ride, but we survived! From birth my one son was dying. It took months to figure out why. He was born with an ear infection and had constant problems. So when he was three months old and all over the house when he shouldn't have been able to roll over intentionally... whoa, I knew something was up! It took another four years to figure some of that out. I used to sit and watch him, exhusted and almost numb, wondering when he would fall down in exhustion. I got locked in rooms, had to find a way out and over fences, jumping in pools and hoping he would let me back in. Till I found ways to make sure he couldn't do that again. We doubled um gates, we locked all things and tried to keep him from hurting himself... that led to a few nights sleeping on the floor in front of his door so that he couldn't get out without me knowing it. They blamed his hearing loss for his acting out. I knew nothing about any of it or hyperactivity. At four he stood in front of me jumping up and down, lil cheeks rattling and saying... I want... to... stop... but I.. can't. Finally they figured out it wasn't hearing loss and was hyperactivity and they sent us to a doctor who had been treating hyperactivity for 26 years. My son blew that doctor away! He had never seen a kid so hyper. I learned all the stats... how many ended up violent and in jail... the lifetime devistation. I was determined to save my son. Now, I used methods many would consider wrong. In fact, I considered them wrong at times and had a lot to deal with, but I knew what was working and the only thing that worked. I will never forget going to the doctor and counseler and wanting to report myself because I had been too physical with him because it was the only thing that stopped him. I remember coming out bruised and wounded many times trying to hold him down from killing himself by bashing his head into the wall. He was physical and I had to be. I wanted help and couldn't find it. I couldn't deal with the physical aspects and felt abusive. So I go to report myself and they say... no... you didn't abuse him, you are the best parent we have here. God damn... now what? Don't they see this is out of hand? If I am as I am.. how bad is it for others and what are those poor um's living with???!!! I was directing the shelter and some of the ladies were standing with me in front while the um's played in the fenced yard. I was wearing my director wear... meaning a dress. My son decided he was the best quarterback and tackler in the world and proved it to another... I told him no... stop that, don't do that, you could break his neck... did he stop? No! Our shelter was right across the street from social services and all the ladies I worked with sometimes on a daily basis. They could see the yard and all that went on there. Director... mom of mr hyperactive... in a dress, jumped that fence, ran and tackled and took down her beloved, but unmanagable son. The women gasped... I knew I could get into big trouble, but he wouldn't stop and he was dangerous. He didn't learn unless he knew exactly what it felt like and would do something until he knew the pain of what he was doing to others. He never did that again. He grew up... no police... no arrest... no school problems... the only drawback was that he felt he had to be too good... but that verses mean and in trouble... I would accept. He was youth minister, responsible a bit ocd but is married and a daddy and joining the military and shipped off in Oct. He made it... but so did I. The other two were learning disabled and a whole different story. But the doctor could not believe there were three in one family. Neither could I! lol My methods were extreme and I often questioned them... but I knew I had to do it. I don't regret it.
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