Andrew has had a horrible regression – due to many things – his being sick this summer (twice), the school location changed, teachers changed and schedules change (due to being in another day care facility – ICCD said they had to abide by their schedule – two to two and a half hour naps in the afternoon – meaning – Andrew laid on a mat staring at a wall for two hours when he is suppose to have structure) – and I’m furious with ICCD for doing all of this – the purpose of summer session is to avoid regression – keep everything on schedule. His play therapy stopped due to vacation – his social skills group stopped due to vacation – so basically no services in August.
No one wants to play with him – it breaks my heart – he doesn’t hit kids anymore (just me)- but he does get in kids faces and act aggressive. Kids want to do other things – like the pool and Andrew is scared of the pool – but even if I try to plan things – BBQs, festivals – everyone says yes- and then it is no. No one calls us anymore – unless they have a problem or want help with something – it sounds like I’m whining but it is true. We have no one – no family, no friends, nothing. I scheduled a big playdate for September and I canceled it – only one person responded as of yet — but all his service providers say that Andrew should have short, calm playdates and get him back under control and that I should never think about doing any thing like that. It’s hard to have people over here – even adults – I’m basically a hermit. Jim attends parties and sports event and he goes out to work – and yes it is stressful – but it still is a respite. I love my son more than anything on this earth – but sometimes I want to hide too.
Jim came home early from work last night (6:15 usually home @ 9:30) – I thought to support me because I spent most of the day crying and just felt bad. He came home in a pissy mood because he went to a ball game with friends the night before and was tired. He played with Andrew ten minutes – put his “I’m sick of this” face on when Andrew started being “Andrew” and I ended getting Andrew ready for bed and read him books. Then Jim ate and watched football (pre-season game).
I was crying and just fell asleep @ 8:30 and the phone rings – it’s a friend canceling our playdate for Wednesday afternoon – that just set me off again. She canceled because her daughter doesn’t want to play with Andrew any more. We had had lunch after Bible Camp yesterday – and her daughter elbowed Andrew once and pinched him – and Andrew honestly didn’t hit her or retaliate but I think the girl knows it is a matter of time or wants to go to the pool – either way I’m going to have to deal with a sad kid.
I have something tentatively set up with another mom who son has PDD – for Thursday. Hopefully, that will work out.
I am really at the end of a very weak rope.