Right now I've locked myslef in hteir bedroom. I can't cope. Have ben crying here for the last hour. No matter what i can come up with he out-wits me and I'm back at square 1. He destroys everything. He smashes windows, he's violent, i mean really violent, and finds it funny. i can't even go to the toilet without him smashing something else. i can't get dressed in the morning without him sticking his head throught he bannister, so i have to saw that up. he slams doors constantly, the kitchen one has been taken off its hinges today. I was fed up with him constantly makng a mess in their room with the socks & pants, eventually found some boxes to put them in, but he can open them and the socks & pants are strewn all across the floor again. I can't reach the top of the wardrobe to put them up there otherwise i would. He beat my fiends daugfhter up the other week. We'd been to the farm,then went across the road to the gardens, they were playing on the field, then he started shoving her around, punching her, I had to run across to the other side to pull him off her. He found it really funny. He randomly starts kickig, headbutting, biting, pinhing, whatever, Owen for no reason whatsoever. He's really vindictive with it, and nothing I can do can stop him from doing it. He hasn't eaten dinner for about 3 months, and only this week has started eating breakfast. He is really skinny, his ribs show through so so much, but i'm not going to give into him. It takes so much to get him to give in. He won't go in the pushchair, but he won't hold my hand. If we go in the puschair I have to stop every 3 steps to put him back in. The straps are as tight as they'll go, but he can still get out. If he walks, he won't hold my hand, so I won't move until he holds my hand. We'll be usually stood (well him lying, wriggling aorund on the ground screaming, twisting around) for at least 45 minutes until he'l eventually get up and walk. I spent 3 hours last night picking up the stuff htat was on the floor int he backroom (everything is in front of the cupboards so I can't get to them to put everythign back in(things like jigsaw puzzles, pens etc were all in there so that he could only have one at a time and while i was supervising, but my mum opened the cupboard for him a couple of weeks ago so he got it all out and now i can't get it back in) ANyway, took me 3 hours to get it looking a little bit clear (5 boxes full) got up this mornign and it was all back on the floor with some extra thrown in. I'm utterly exhausted. Have absolutely no energy to deal with him at all. He's always been difficult, i have no support whatsoever, but it's no different to a year ago as I had no support then, still had to deal with it all on my own, xp was just a drunk, pothead who cared more for his mates than his family. It's just getting harder to deal with as he's getting older. It's not like I ignore him for hours on end, if that was the case i could understand it (ok, so i've ignored him for the last hour and a half, but I know exactly where he is - outside this door, screaming my name, trying to kick the door down. He's an amazingly loving, polite, cute little boy, I just don't ever see that, or at least only ever see snippets of it, or that's the wasy I feel at hte momnet, I'm sure I do, but I couldn't give you an example of it right now. He doesn't stop from the second he wakes until he goes to bed, htere's no let up whatsoever, he can't amuse himself, even for 2 minutes while I go to the toilet, hence the smashed windows, stained carpets, absolute carnage in this house. Imagine the 'tenants from hell' type programmes and the worst wrecked, diretiest, messiest houses you see on there, and that's what my house looks like right now. If he can't have something or I won't let him do somehing he wants to do he fights and screams until he makes himself sick. I literally have to pin him down to stop him from destroying more stuff or beating me up (seriosuly, I know, he's 2, I'm 28!!!) and it will be a good 45 minutes before he starts to settle down,a nd then a further 20 mins before I can let him go and he'll do what he's supposed to do. I'm physically drained, mentally drained & just can't deal with it any longer.