Evening,
I have a DS8. He's always had a bit of a short temper, but nothing too awful. The occasional tantrum, occasionally got into trouble at school, but not too serious. Recently, however, he's become an absolute nightmare. I'm living in a nightmare, and I honestly don't see a way out of this. I'm utterly ashamed, on the edge of some sort of breakdown and completely lost.
Family is me, DH, DS11 and DD8, as well as this DS, also 8. Recently, his moods have become so bad that he is becoming unmanageable, both at home and school. At school he has been having regular episodes of lashing out at other children and teachers, throwing things and generally being horrible. At home, when he gets into one of these moods he throws things, refuses to engage, lashes out physically less than at school, but is still capable of doing so at times. He says he hates his dad, but there isn't any real reason for this, I'm sure of it. Before Christmas we were mostly happy. Home is calm, everyone has enough space, there are no financial issues, no relationship problems between me and DH. His academic ability is not in question at all. We've always taught the importance of good behaviour, and his siblings are nothing like him.
Undiagnosed SEN? Maybe, but it's never been mentioned before, and on reading the literature the school sent, I'm not convinced it's this. Physically the only change is he recently went vegetarian. Could there be something missing from his diet that is causing this, although he does eat pretty well.
I'm utterly ashamed of myself that I've failed as a mother. His poor teachers and classmates must hate me for the disruption and harm he's causing. I've not gone into full details here, but it's really bad. He has had numerous internal suspension periods, and last week was sent home for a home suspension. How has it come to this? My mental health is rock bottom, and it's affecting my physical health. I'm actually scared of him and now feel like I'm being bullied by him.
But he's my boy. I adore him, and when he's happy he's the loveliest, most affectionate boy ever. I just don't know how it's come to this and can't see a way out. I sometimes feel like leaving the house and not coming back. It's my fault he's this way, I've clearly done something wrong. I just don't know how to fix it. It's only been a month, but it's the worst month of my life.
Sorry this is so long.