For years I have always made sure that DS participates in everything possible.. and that we will all do stuff as a family with DS along with us! But he is such hard work now (he is 5/has some kind of cp/developmental delay etc etc). I never relax (especially since he had 2 fits in the summer) but the closest I come is when he is at school/asleep at night. (And less so at night really because I am constantly watching him on the TV monitor to make sure he is ok/not fitting or breathing too fast as he has had a constant cough and/or chest infection for weeks now.)
This is wrong isn't it. I ought to be able to 'enjoy' him more. He is lovely and I love him to bits.. when I am playing with him on the floor I can't stop grabbing him and smothering him in kisses (he would never allow this if he was NT I'm sure!) But being out with him is a nightmare... and being in with him is often worse (made worse by a house that is so unsuitable for his needs.) I planned to take DD to a Christmas church service for kids this morning. I hadn't planned to take DS as although they love him church, these days he is so hard to control that I just feel like a freak show and I hate all the sympathetic glances and comments.. and have to mask it all in a smile.. so they then think I'm 'brave' and 'cheerful' and tell me so! It's easier to go without him... and these days I find I have to chose the easy option sometimes. But DH was desperate to watch Liverpool playing and all DS kept doing was throwing the remote control and other missiles at his head. (He is a surprisingly good shot considering his coordination is poor.) So I took him to church.. and he was horribly high maintenance. I spent the whole time wishing he was at home so I could have enjoyed the service with DD (who got ignored in my mission to prevent DS from wrecking the joint.)
He is getting worse. He seems to be getting more and more out of control which I think is frustration. But nobody can cope with him.. although some do try!
I live in fear of him falling ill or losing him.. but fear for a future when he becomes harder and harder to handle as this is what seems to be happening. I no longer 'grieve' for the child he might have been so wish I could enjoy him.. but although he makes my heart burst with love for him, coping with him is getting harder and harder.
Just venting really.