I took my 3.5yo DS to the park today. He is currently limited verbal with delayed understanding but improving each day and I'm so proud of him. We are awaiting an autism assessment. DS snatched a spade off another toddler in the park. Of course, I gave the spade back and told DS no. My sister rang me a few minutes later and DS went back over to the boy and they seemed to be playing happily with the little boy's sand toys together so I didn't intervene, ended the conversation with my sister and sat down with the boys. The dad of the little boy then came over and said DS was snatching his boy's toys. I apologised and said I did see DS snatch the spade and returned it to his son, but as the boys were playing nicely now I thought it was ok. I said sorry if I missed anything, as admittedly, I did take a phone call and proceeded to remove my son. He was going on at me and I felt so embarrassed in front of everyone. I honestly thought the lads were playing nicely and I didn't see my son snatch for a second time. :-( DS is lovely and not aggressive etc at all but due to his limited understanding doesn't really understand sharing. The dad said to me, "I'm teaching my son not to snatch". To which I bit back and replied, "I'm teaching my son to share" and left the park nearly crying. 😞 It was a stupid response as they weren't DS's toys at the end of the day but if I'm honest, I'm really struggling to come to terms with DS being potentially autistic. I cried all the way home and then we went to a shop where DS proceeded to throw himself on the floor because I couldn't figure out what he wanted.
Picked my daughter up from school at 3pm to be told she has been fighting with another girl on a group chat on a gaming app and the other mum has complained. The teacher said it's so out of character for my daughter and was asking if she's ok. Eyes were welling up again. I went mad at my daughter and made her feel crap about herself. She's only 8.
I'm a single mum and on benefits and struggling with everything at the moment, but mostly with the fact I don't feel good enough for my babies. I feel worthless. The worry for my precious boy's future is all consuming at times despite the fact he's made great progress recently. Every word he says feels like Christmas day to me. I feel so low and so judged. Kids in bed and just needed to vent whilst I wipe my tears 😢 rubbish day.