Denim Deb
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I don't think she wants to wait THAT long for it to get better!
MyKidLuvsGreenEgz .. .. COLORADO IS BURNING
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Farmfresh
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Denim Deb said:
Hopefully she won't have to!
I just know that most kids at 14 are completely nuts. The autism just aggravates things.
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MyKidLuvsGreenEgz
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If I could just hide somewhere while he's melting down, I'd be fine. But he gets so violent to himself and whatever is near, and won't drop a subject no matter how little sense it makes.
He's fine this morning. As long as I walk on eggshells, and don't ask for him to do anything out of the ordinary.
Was reading Rebecca100 (?) 's thread last night for a while ... going through a problem with her husband. Made me realize that while i'm "lucky" that my husband isn't cheating and wants to stay with me, he really doesn't care for my son (and his mother doesnt like him either). Hubby would, I think, be happy if my son was sent away. I don't know. What I do know is that there would be a lot less tension and arguments if it was just back to me alone making the decisions. Not referreeing arguments about who gets to hold the channel changer or push the button on the garage door opener.
I do all the work around here anyway.
He's fine this morning. As long as I walk on eggshells, and don't ask for him to do anything out of the ordinary.
Was reading Rebecca100 (?) 's thread last night for a while ... going through a problem with her husband. Made me realize that while i'm "lucky" that my husband isn't cheating and wants to stay with me, he really doesn't care for my son (and his mother doesnt like him either). Hubby would, I think, be happy if my son was sent away. I don't know. What I do know is that there would be a lot less tension and arguments if it was just back to me alone making the decisions. Not referreeing arguments about who gets to hold the channel changer or push the button on the garage door opener.
I do all the work around here anyway.
abifae
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But that's not any good for you. Not really sure what to tell you. I don't really have advice. I purposely got fixed so I don't ever have to deal with kids. All teenagers are like that, autism just makes it muchly.MyKidLuvsGreenEgz said:
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MyKidLuvsGreenEgz
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No prob, Abi. Mostly I just need to vent on here. Kinda talk things out to figure them out.
Farmfresh
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As mothers we love our kids no matter what. We deal with the troubles as they go along and we work things out.
Fathers take things much more personally than we do. The son is out of work - the father feels like HE failed in some way, even though the economy is to blame and not his parenting. Fathers tend to worry more about the future and the whole "roof over their heads" thing. We mom's are too busy making sure the trash gets taken out.
I don't think your hubby wants your son to go away and I am certain that he loves his son. He is just carrying a load and putting some distance around himself till he gets the problems solved.
Fathers take things much more personally than we do. The son is out of work - the father feels like HE failed in some way, even though the economy is to blame and not his parenting. Fathers tend to worry more about the future and the whole "roof over their heads" thing. We mom's are too busy making sure the trash gets taken out.
I don't think your hubby wants your son to go away and I am certain that he loves his son. He is just carrying a load and putting some distance around himself till he gets the problems solved.
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MyKidLuvsGreenEgz
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FF: I hope you're right.
BTW: Stepson. Weslee is 14 years old. I've only been married to Hubby for 4 1/2 years. He'd never had a lick of responsibility or a long-term relationship before.
But yeah, he's carrying a load.
Will try to keep my mind open.
And another BTW: one of my doe goats is suddenly huge. She only gave birth 6 weeks ago so it's not that. No new grain. Did some weeding yesterday and today and threw those into their pen but nothing they hadn't eaten before. Can't be bloat. Hope she's ok.
BTW: Stepson. Weslee is 14 years old. I've only been married to Hubby for 4 1/2 years. He'd never had a lick of responsibility or a long-term relationship before.
But yeah, he's carrying a load.
Will try to keep my mind open.
And another BTW: one of my doe goats is suddenly huge. She only gave birth 6 weeks ago so it's not that. No new grain. Did some weeding yesterday and today and threw those into their pen but nothing they hadn't eaten before. Can't be bloat. Hope she's ok.
abifae
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All I really remember about that age was that I rarely made it to school, and that I spent a lot of time wandering downtown Denver. I remember talking to crazy street people and dancing in the fountains. lol.
I often missed the bus so I could walk to school. Then it looked like I was making an effort to get there, but I'd miss my first two classes (the school was over 5 miles away lol). Then I'd hit a class and usually go downtown or walk back home.
I also remember having night terrors, sneaking out my window at night to escape them, and sleeping outside on the hill behind our house (we were in a townhouse area, so there was a little grassy area between all the houses).
I had enough screaming matches with the mom-lady that I got banned from ever visiting her again (this lasted 4 years 8-11th grade).
Ummm.. that's about all.
At some party I was forced to with alateen I ended up handcuffed to some creepy old guy all night.
Being a kid is hard.
I often missed the bus so I could walk to school. Then it looked like I was making an effort to get there, but I'd miss my first two classes (the school was over 5 miles away lol). Then I'd hit a class and usually go downtown or walk back home.
I also remember having night terrors, sneaking out my window at night to escape them, and sleeping outside on the hill behind our house (we were in a townhouse area, so there was a little grassy area between all the houses).
I had enough screaming matches with the mom-lady that I got banned from ever visiting her again (this lasted 4 years 8-11th grade).
Ummm.. that's about all.
At some party I was forced to with alateen I ended up handcuffed to some creepy old guy all night.
Being a kid is hard.
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MyKidLuvsGreenEgz
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Scorching today. Had to go in a neighboring city (ok, a 75 minute drive each way) for my son's therapy appointment. As we drove back home, the read out on a local bank thermometer display read: 100 degrees. OUCH! Can't take too much more of this. I'm drinking WAY too much lemonade (water doesn't seem to be quenching this thirst).
On a good note, got an e-mail in response to a CL ad I placed weeks ago for my goat babies. She brought by her husband this evening and not only did they buy my remaining doeling but banded my buckling-now-wether for free! Had the equipment in the car. Because they did, I told them when they were ready to get some chickens, to come see me and instead of charging them $10 each, I'll charge only $5 each.
But my poor little boy is bleating out there ... so loud I can hear him all the way in the house! And he refuses to walk. I would too if I had a teeny tiny rubber band around my scrotum. Well, IF I had a scrotum!
Hubby got a call from his Uncle. Hubby's dad, my FIL, who has 6-9 months left to live, was driven back to a neighboring state a couple of weeks ago to spend his remaining time in his home. But the visiting nurse called Hubby's sis and Uncle to say that FIL was too weak to even get out of bed to eat, drink, or tend his dog. SIL called Hubby so we packed him up last night and today after work, he headed on out. Uncle had flown down and has FIL now settled in a hospital until a bed opens up in a rest home. Hubby went to collect paperwork, put the dog with a family, and close up the house for a while. Not good considering FIL has a field of wheat, a field of barley and a huge garden. Hubby really didn't want to go (not just because had planned to get a LOT of stuff done here but also because the end is coming a little too fast for his father). He's not ready. None of them are. But ... Hubby will be home tomorrow or Sunday morning. Can't take any more time off from work. Especially considering what's coming sooner than later.
My leg isn't quite as painful; the baker's cyst is not getting any smaller but I guess I'm just learning to live with the pain. Still, sometimes my knee just gives and I go down like a ton of bricks. NOT good.
My kid is doing ok. We had that major blow up on Tuesday but not really another huge meltdown. Whew. About due for another one but I'm knockin' on wood!
We have orders from Hubby to basically do nothing this weekend. Not cooking. Not making cheese. Not cleaning. Not weeding.
Just gonna water the critters and garden, feed the critters, and collect eggs. Maybe do some reading. Work on my kid's schoolwork curriculum, pay some bills, you know, fun stuff.
Everything else can wait.
Right?
On a good note, got an e-mail in response to a CL ad I placed weeks ago for my goat babies. She brought by her husband this evening and not only did they buy my remaining doeling but banded my buckling-now-wether for free! Had the equipment in the car. Because they did, I told them when they were ready to get some chickens, to come see me and instead of charging them $10 each, I'll charge only $5 each.
But my poor little boy is bleating out there ... so loud I can hear him all the way in the house! And he refuses to walk. I would too if I had a teeny tiny rubber band around my scrotum. Well, IF I had a scrotum!
Hubby got a call from his Uncle. Hubby's dad, my FIL, who has 6-9 months left to live, was driven back to a neighboring state a couple of weeks ago to spend his remaining time in his home. But the visiting nurse called Hubby's sis and Uncle to say that FIL was too weak to even get out of bed to eat, drink, or tend his dog. SIL called Hubby so we packed him up last night and today after work, he headed on out. Uncle had flown down and has FIL now settled in a hospital until a bed opens up in a rest home. Hubby went to collect paperwork, put the dog with a family, and close up the house for a while. Not good considering FIL has a field of wheat, a field of barley and a huge garden. Hubby really didn't want to go (not just because had planned to get a LOT of stuff done here but also because the end is coming a little too fast for his father). He's not ready. None of them are. But ... Hubby will be home tomorrow or Sunday morning. Can't take any more time off from work. Especially considering what's coming sooner than later.
My leg isn't quite as painful; the baker's cyst is not getting any smaller but I guess I'm just learning to live with the pain. Still, sometimes my knee just gives and I go down like a ton of bricks. NOT good.
My kid is doing ok. We had that major blow up on Tuesday but not really another huge meltdown. Whew. About due for another one but I'm knockin' on wood!
We have orders from Hubby to basically do nothing this weekend. Not cooking. Not making cheese. Not cleaning. Not weeding.
Just gonna water the critters and garden, feed the critters, and collect eggs. Maybe do some reading. Work on my kid's schoolwork curriculum, pay some bills, you know, fun stuff.
Everything else can wait.
Right?
Denim Deb
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Right. And, there are days when my cyst hurts like all get out, and other days it doesn't hurt at all. But, even if it were to stop hurting completely, I still think I'm going to get it taken care of. It's so huge that some days it makes it hard to bend my knee properly.
