Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Boo Boo Bear has been with me for a number of years. Two years ago his behavior was so extreme that he was going to be temporarily moved to a residential treatment facility if immediate progressed wasn't achieved. Thankfully, through medications and intensive therapy, we made major progress in a relatively short period of time, which allowed him to stay with me and my daughters.
Here we are, two years later, and out of the blue, the old Boo Boo Bear returns. My day begins with an early morning "eff you bit-- get my breakfast" and ends with a "I'm going to effing kill you, you effing bit--". There are holes in his wall again, the one year old bedroom door is almost broken through to the outside, and my nerves are shot.
We have skill builders come to the home three times a week and his therapist is here twice a week. Additionally, I'm in constant phone communication with his therapist, who is in constant communication with his psychiatrist and we aren't getting anywhere. He can barely handle half days at school, daycare is OUT of the question, I have zero family to lend a hand and I'm feeling really stuck. I have Bible study group at my home every Thursday and even that is possibly being moved to a more peaceful location.
I want to cry, but I have fear in letting my emotions get that low. I'm struggling just to be nice and patient with him, and that's not good. Boo Boo Bear needs serious help. I need light at the end of the tunnel. I'm taking him Monday to a prayer room/healing room.
Normally I'm positive in my writing, but I'm hanging on by a string right now.
Accepting all prayer...