I've namechanged for this
This is the backstory-2 children, dd is 13, ds is 8.
dd was a bit of a nightmare baby, but got easier as she got older, these days she's not too bad really, pretty normal teen.
I had PND after I had her and because of this, and some other reasons, I didn't want any more kids.
Dh is an only child and for various reasons to do with his shitty parents, didn't want dd to be an only child.
To my eternal regret, by the time dd was about 4, I'd allowed myself to be talked round to the idea of another baby, ds followed.
The PND also followed, but worse, much worse than the first time.
Various health issues for other family members have resulted in us not really having any practical help or support with the children.
All through his life, ds has been extremely strong willed, compounded by dh's lack of ability or willingness to take a hard line with ds. He's the kind of kid that if you give him an inch he'll take several hundred miles. I've always been consistent with him, but because dh can't/won't be.
Ds will never accept an answer for something if it's not the one he's looking for, and this can and often does result in him having a tantrum. At almost 9, these tantrums are getting ridiculous. I ignore them, but as he's getting bigger and stronger, it's actually getting quite frightening.
He seems to take great pleasure in winding people up, me in particular, and although I ignore it for a very long time, it sometimes gets to the point where I lose the plot (verbally) with him. I'm fed up of the whole family having to pussyfoot around him because of his behaviour, and I'm fed up with us not being able to do things that everyone else wants to do because of how he'll behave if it's not something for him. Surely he should be past this stage by the age of almost 9?
I'm ashamed to say that through his whole life I've regretted having him and this feeling is getting worse almost by the day.
I've been quite well for the past almost year, but recently I can feel myself going down that slippery slope again, and it's all down to his behaviour, and I hate him for it.
This evening, I had to shut myself in a room to stop myself from touching him, as I felt that if I went near him, I'd have ended up battering him black and blue-and I'm not saying that lightly.
I don't know where I'm going with this thread but I just don't know where to turn. I've often wondered if there's an element of ASD with him, as some of his behaviour patterns do fit, or is it that he's highly academically intelligent, but lacks the emotional intelligence? I don't know what to do, and my feelings towards him scare me