He's really embarrassed about needing pyjama pants. It's tricky because he's now getting asked over on sleep overs. He's reluctant to go because of his embarrassment but he also really wants to go. I say he can get into his pyjamas in secret in the bathroom when he goes on a sleepover. He's not done it yet so I've invited friends over for him instead. He comes into my room to get ready for bed so nobody is aware of his pyjama pants.
Dd has teased him about it and she told one or two of his friends and poor ds1 was mortified. She got into big trouble. He knows we are on his side and trying to help him. He nearly went purple with embarrassment when I took him to the GP after his 7th birthday. I felt so sorry for him but we had to find out if there was a physical problem.
He does go to the loo before bed and no drinks after 6.30pm. He has lights off at 7.30am. On holiday, we do the same discreet changing into pyjamas and hiding the pyjama pants in the morning. We shared a gite with another family this summer and so we got really deft at it! He wet the bed maybe twice in 4 weeks whilst we were away.
Occasionally, I've shown annoyance about the wet bed especially if I'm tired. But generally, we are pretty neutral about it - this is the way it is, it's fine and maybe one day he'll be without the pyjama pants. I just wonder if there's a link between that and his general upset. They say children wet the bed when they're really miserable, don't they?
What triggered his rage on the weekend we decided we were/are completely out of our depth and needed help? His 36 hour rage marathon started on a Friday night after school - fair enough, tired etc. But he didn't get to sleep until gone ten because he was ranting in his bed. Then up early as usual - at that point (it was the weekend of 28th-29th February 2012 - I took notes) he was getting up at 5am.
He raged from the point he woke me up at 5am and wanted to play on the iPad (another noted trigger for his anger). I said no and he kicked off. He was sent back to his room but his rage and banging around woke up the whole house.
It didn't stop, from everything from my putting a splash of milk in his porridge to cool it down to my asking him to do his reading homework as opposed to not being allowed to watch telly for more than 1 hour. He lost one of his Hero Factory toys for that lot. He went mental at that too. Talking to him, explaining to him why the toy was confiscated just didn't work. He got warnings too.
Asking him to come to the table from his room (he'd been sent to his room 3 times by this point) for lunch angered him too. He came eventually and started yelling how disgusting the food was - roast chicken, roast spuds etc. He was sent up to his room again for that. He came down when calm and ate a bit of his lunch. He was quiet and alone at the table but not in the room as I was clearing stuff away into dishwasher etc. Dd asks for the heating on, ds1 screams he doesn't want it on.
Then we had to go and buy shoes - ds1 and dd had grown out of school shoes. He didn't want to go so dh said he'd stay home with him then but he went beserk at that prospect as well even though he adores his dad. We take dcs out to the car. He ran into the middle of the road, refused to move. I am terrified. I pull him onto the pavement, bundle him in the car, desperate to strap him in, child lock on doors so he cannot pull such a stunt again.
In the car, he started throwing his booster seat around, renting at his jumper trying to pull the buttons off in a rage. I was petrified as we were then on the motorway and he was going to hit the other kids with it. Got off the road and calmed him down. Sat him in the front so he couldn't injure anyone else. We were sweating buckets at this point.
Managed to get shoes bought and home again but not before he had kicked me and thumped my thighs in the shop, telling me he hated me and wanted a different mother, I was not his mother etc. And not before he had hidden behind a car three cars away from ours in the car park for 5 minutes. We couldn't find him.
He asked for his Hero Factory toy back at home. This was refused because of his appalling and again, he went beserk. I am in tears, the younger dcs are so distressed. We send him to his room and we go into the playroom to try and develop some calm normality for them. Ds1 in his room with dh. He is told by dh he may have his Hero Factory toys back again if he is calm and well behaved. He suddenly calms down and appears to have self control. It is now 5.30pm. We are all utterly exhausted and I feel like I am hiding from him with the other dcs.
I make supper and we manage to get through that meal without too much upset. A spot of telly whilst I tidy up then it's bath and bed. We are totally exhausted. Dcs get their stories but ds1 decided one is not enough and shouts and screams in his bed until 8.20pm (50 mins) until he falls asleep.
And the next day begins in pretty much the same vein. We explain to him what will happen if he doesn't do the small things we ask, we ask nothing that is surprising (teeth cleaning, meals, homework), we reward good behaviour and we tell him what he loses if he doesn't cooperate. We sound like Stasi officers but we do explain why he needs to do these things.
Having said all that, we haven't had a weekend quite as bad as that since he started seeing his counsellor. He will still kick off but it can be hours between each outburst so we are walking on eggshells less and less.
However, nothing seems to work long term or permanently. His room has become the area to which he is sent when misbehaving. When he comes down after his specified time in there is up, we ask him to apologise and we hug him sometimes and try to get back to normal.
He's started waking a bit later or getting out of his room a bit later in the mornings now. I greet him from my bed as he goes to the loo and I ask him to hop into bed with me for a hug. I tell him I love him and how I hate that fact he seems so angry and all churned up and can we try and have a day without shouting. He lies there, like a board listening to me but not really responding.
I know it's me. I had another child too soon and it totally rattled him and now he is venting his anger about his sense of being rejected. I'm so worried he's not going to be able to get past this, that we, his parents cannot help him.
I sound utterly self pitying - sorry. The counsellor is definitely helping but I wonder if he needs more.