I'm sorry this is such a negative post but I am in such a low place. This post is about me but the background: my just turned 9 year old has HF ASD and ADHD. We started a trial of medication almost three months ago as he is considered severe at home and was doing ok but getting difficult in school. Last year we had about two long drawn meltdowns a week, now it's five. He has always been really demanding. Every evening is difficult with sleep issues. The medication is really good, while it lasts. However the rest of the time I just feel we have entered a fog as a family at this stage. I am afraid of him in the evenings, we all are. I dread six o'clock when it wears off he is explosive, demanding, banging doors, shouting the house down, screaming at me to fuck off, up late sorting books or making demands we can't meet in order to kick off. He's climbed out windows. Broken remotes, two broadband routers, lovely things I had. The mornings are the same, he is rude and demanding, he delays on purpose getting out the door he seems to really get a kick out of it. He seems to get a kick out of upsetting me in particular. He behaves perfectly for our childminder. I TRY SO HARD to do that calm thing all the books say but I am worn down. This is not right, I never in my worst nightmare imagined my own child cursing and spitting at me and throwing things at me and telling me I am lazy and fat. I feel like I gave birth to my own personal bully. He has gotten worse over the past two years and I feel close to a nervous breakdown. I have support too, I just can't accept this is my life. None of my friends or family have any idea how bad he is or how bad I've gotten dealing with it.
I cannot over emphasise how much attention this chid gets. His father is amazing plays football with him all the time, they do loads together. We are doing OT but he just rips up the charts and tells me to shut up.
Last night because what he wanted to eat wasn't in the fridge he took a glass and smashed it on the kitchen floor. My small baby was in the room. I was hysterical and dragged him up the stairs and threw him onto his bed. I felt like I could actually hurt him. This morning wouldn't get into the car and shouted fuck you loud enough so the neighbours might hear and laughed at me. I shoved him into the car really roughly. I am anti-smacking but I've smacked him in the past a few times and felt really guilty about it, even though I'd been pushed beyond what most parents have to deal with. But lately I find myself constantly having to restrain him from hurting himself or others in the evenings. And last night after he smashed the glass and could have really hurt the baby I just couldn't stand it, I felt so out of control with anger myself.
I am at the end of my rope. I am so angry. Where is my boy going? What have I become feeling like I can't stand my own child. I know the obvious thing is maybe I'm depressed but I am happy when I am away from him. How bad is that? I know this reads like I am a monster but WHERE do people get the patience to deal with this day in day out in a calm and measured manner. My DH says I am a brilliant mum and he's provoke a saint. But that's not good enough an excuse. I need to find patience, can anyone help me?