It's been two weeks, at least, of a cycle of almost constant aggression and violence from my son. I have had to be on guard constantly so that he's not punching my in the jaw, trying to pull my hair, grab my breasts, kick me, etc. In between, when my husband, his tae kwon do teacher, his therapist, or his grandpa are around, I get some relief as he does not tend to do those things around those people. I also have some relief when doing school work sometimes (we home school for a number of reasons, one of which is that he would not last in a public school with ratios the way they are, etc.)
Of course, I've been doing the things that can help him - music, art, exercise, etc. but some days the myriad of things that we can try don't help.
Yesterday and today, he has been back to the sweet boy he is...saying things like, mama, you don't need makeup - you sparkle already. And doing his jobs around the house, doing the things we ask, etc. He's been accepting to affection once again, etc. which is such a blessing because he so desparately needs it.
I'm so thankful for all of these things. I really am. And I love my boy. Right now, though, I am feeling so shell shocked. I feel like I just want to go to bed and stay there. I have no desire to respond to these sweet moments with him. I am responding, and I am doing all the things I'm supposed to do for him...but inside I feel so dry and weary. I so want to enjoy these moments and can't right now.
Thanks for listening. I keep saying this will pass, and I've been drawing on the strength of God. But wanted to try writing it out here too to see if that would help as well.
Of course, I've been doing the things that can help him - music, art, exercise, etc. but some days the myriad of things that we can try don't help.
Yesterday and today, he has been back to the sweet boy he is...saying things like, mama, you don't need makeup - you sparkle already. And doing his jobs around the house, doing the things we ask, etc. He's been accepting to affection once again, etc. which is such a blessing because he so desparately needs it.
I'm so thankful for all of these things. I really am. And I love my boy. Right now, though, I am feeling so shell shocked. I feel like I just want to go to bed and stay there. I have no desire to respond to these sweet moments with him. I am responding, and I am doing all the things I'm supposed to do for him...but inside I feel so dry and weary. I so want to enjoy these moments and can't right now.
Thanks for listening. I keep saying this will pass, and I've been drawing on the strength of God. But wanted to try writing it out here too to see if that would help as well.