@Factcheckingwhilstbored i do get that, I think the hardest thing about ds is the judgement or the fear of judgement. I really, really want others to think he’s a lovely little boy, as stupid as that sounds. And he can be but also he has done some things that are, well, pretty awful to be honest, and I am mortified and so upset.
I remember in the early days of meeting DH he had a bit of an upset stomach and kept going to the toilet and confessed he’d been feeling a bit off all day but hadn’t wanted to let me down in case it scuppered his chances (bless him.) We had a weird conversation where we agreed that bodies react differently to ‘under the weather’ syndrome. If I’m in the slightest bit off I feel sick or am sick; I get car sick, I was sick when pregnant, I feel sick when very nervous. With DH if was bowels but some people get headaches or rashes or faint.
I think emotional stresses are similar and some children become very clingy, some cry, some won’t join in, some start refusing to do anything (‘would you like some chocolate, a new toy and a cold drink?’ ‘NO!’ sort of responses) and other children get aggressive. Unfortunately that is my ds: emotional turmoil of any sort can tip into physical stuff. It’s got better and I thought it had stopped altogether at one point but it seems not: we’ve had a few incidents this summer.
He has had a lot to process and deal with of late and I am understanding of that but I still need him to understand that aggression just isn’t acceptable. However, as much as that sounds both compassionate and firm, in practice it’s a lot harder. I am a bit limited in what meaningful consequences I can actually give for one (on both occasions we left immediately but it was edging towards the end of our session anyway when the incidents happened so he only actually missed about ten / fifteen minutes) and lost TV for the rest of the day. But how meaningful is this? It feels like a very weak response in all honesty! And he’s five: pray to god he grows out of it as I’ll be struggling if he’s doing it at fifteen.
It’s the worst feeling when you love your child so much but have these horrible thoughts of ‘are they just not a nice child; are they a bully; are they mean? Are they going to have no friends? Will they be ostracised from parties? Will they end up in prison?’ (yes I know … I do catastrophise a bit!) Then because I am a nice person I feel so upset another child’s been hurt but I also love my son and have that instinct to want to protect him and understand and you’re asking ‘what happened, please tell me!’ and get these nonsensical answers and rambles that are clearly lies!
I wish I had the answers here but I don’t. I desperately want to believe he’s not a bad child and I’m not a bad parent and I’m holding onto that as a way of trying to keep my sanity!