my day…

Things are pretty tense at my place right now. Mom is mad at me, at Denton, at Dad, at her boss, at the world in general. I got of about 15 minutes early and called her to let her know. She never said anything or I’d have said to just come at the regular time I mean it’s only 15 min. She came and was all pissed off cause she had been making supper. She never told me that she was making supper! I don’t read minds. She’s mad because Mark (her boss) called and asked her to come in and work today in the office because he had “things to do”… and I guess he didn’t do them so as she said “It was a fucking waste of my day”. Like that’s my fault how??? She’s not in a good mood at all and I’m paying for it… I know I know I should be grateful to them. And I am. I truly am. My parents have been seriously amazing with me, with my depression, suicide attempts, and that whole Fredericton disaster (not saying you at all Brad… just the whole thing in general). I care and I am greatful. I just don’t like being the brunt of her rage when she’s mad. But it’s easier to put myself in the middle then have her take it out on Denton. Cause when he fights back he’s nasty. At least I wont hurt anyone (well besides myself sometimes).

Denton has agreed to go back to go back into the IWK’s Day Treatment Program again. It’s an out-patient program for children with severe disruptive behavior disorders. He was in the one for children up to 12 years of age when he was 11. He was admitted to 4 South (Mental Health) in 2002 for 2 weeks and the day treatment for 6 months, for his behavior and psychological problems. He’s been kicked out of numerous schools for his behavior, he’s been in trouble with the police a few times. We’ve had to call the police a few times because he’s threatened us. He’s caused several serious (I’m not gonna say just how serious but like broken bones and such) injuries to himself and others. He broke a teachers desk in half because “the f*cking b*tch took away my eraser” (he was 9).

One night a few years ago (around the same time, late 2001 or 2002 maybe early 2003) he was in one of his “episodes”. He gets defiant, and mean and dangerous to himself and others. He throws things. Hell use things as weapons and he used to bite. Anyways he bit mom’s friend Andrea 11 times bringing blood a few times. This was bead enough in itself. She had to go to emerge. But on top of it she has Hepatitis C and so he had put himself and everyone else in danger. And had to be tested for it. She was really upset and blamed herself but she was just trying to help us. He was trying to throw himself through the bay window in the living room. They taught us when he was little a “hold” to hold him when he got violent or was a danger to himself. Basically you hold the person/child with there back to your chest and sit them down and cross your legs over their’s and cross their arms across their chest and hold them with one hand and hold their head to just under your chin with the other… in theory it’s great… if the child is calm and demonstrating! Try getting a bitting, kicking, spitting, swearing 9 year old that’s physically pretty god damn strong when mad in that position! No fucking thanks…

Got more to say but doesn’t fit *here* at all so I’ll take my time writing it and post it in a little bit…

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