I am filled with shame, and stress and sadness as I write this so please, please be kind. I am doing my absolute best but nothing is ever good enough for my toddler and I am not coping well. He is two and a half and extremely hard work.
This manifests itself in the following ways:
- Following me around the house almost constantly and trying to push me/pull me in the direction he wants to go. I can’t go to the toilet alone, still. He has to come with me and sometimes screams and tries to climb on my legs.
- If I do manage to (stealthily) leave the room for a couple of minutes, I come back to absolute chaos. He will pull everything out of drawers and throw ornaments across the room. He has cracked the TV screen by hitting it.
- He is obsessed with creams and liquids and emptying these out, putting them on his arms/legs/face. Everything I can think of is out of reach but he still manages to find things, or my older DC forget to put stuff away and he immediately goes for them (case in point: 2l bottle of coke all over the kitchen floor tonight)
- All bedroom doors have to be closed or he will ransack them. Shampoos and shower gels have to be put up high. Front and back doors have to be locked or he goes straight out, no matter the time.
- He will hit us all, repeatedly and hard if he doesn’t get his own way. He will pick at my skin and scratch me. He will use his feet to try to hurt me by either kicking or pushing parts of my body with them
- He will undress himself as soon as I put clothes on him for nursery in the morning (I work p/t but over 5 days on reduced hours). He will take his shoes and socks off in the buggy or the car. He usually throws these at me. He screams blue murder in the car, always has done
- Every single mealtime is a complete disaster. He is strapped into a booster chair and will last 2 or 3 minutes before he is screaming to get out or throwing food (yes, I’ve tried just letting him sit at the table in a big chair but he just gets down and fucks off). He will then scream and scream and scream until he is allowed to sit on my knee to eat his food. Sometimes I feel like I have to give in because my poor older DC are trying to eat their tea and he is just screaming. We (me and DC - I am a single parent) sit around the table every night to eat and every single night is the same.
- He constantly wants snacks and will meltdown every time he is told no. He has structured mealtimes at nursery and I replicate those on the weekend, it makes no difference.
- He will scream the entire time he is in the bath, no matter what. Bathtime now takes about a minute.
- Every single bedtime is horrendous. I’ve coslept with him since birth because he wouldn’t sleep anywhere but on me. It was desperation for some sleep and rest that made me cosleep but I absolutely hate it and don’t want him in my bed. I am touched out beyond words by bedtime and it takes an average of an hour to get him to sleep. I’ve tried putting him in his own bed and leaving him, tried the method where you sit on the chair and move it nightly, tried everything I can google and nothing works
I am at my wits end. His father left when I was pregnant and doesn’t have any contact with him - his choice. I don’t have any family. I don’t know how to keep going. I keep telling myself it will get easier but I’ve been saying it since he was born and it hasn’t yet. I’ve tried to do everything “right”, I’ve read all the books and forums, my parenting approach is firm and clear boundaries, but I am fair and gentle with lots of cuddles, physical contact and play. I try to get down on his level and I try to understand what he’s trying to communicate by behaving the way he is. He gets one to one time with me every day where we share a story or draw together, or play with something he chooses. I’ve been using water play to help him through the emptying stage but it’s never ending. I have locks on absolutely everything to mitigate the ransacking but it’s at the stage where I can’t even put make up on around him because he will try to force himself between me and it and empty the bag out to play (yes I’ve tried giving him his own).
Nursery say he is “brilliant” most days, developmentally on target and they have no concerns about him. He is an angel for friends. It’s me. I feel like he hates me. I try desperately hard every day with him and it’s never enough. don’t know how to get through this.
Any advice will be most gratefully received. Please be kind, I am honestly at rock bottom.