This blog is my place to vent and share resources with other parents of children of trauma. I try to be open and honest about my feelings in order to help others know they are not alone. Therapeutic parenting of adopted teenagers with RAD and other severe mental illnesses and issues (plus "neurotypical" teens) , is not easy, and there are time when I say what I feel... at the moment. We're all human!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

More meltdowns!

Kitty is going to make me crazy. I know she has O.D.D. I know she has mood swings. I know that this time of year is hard for her because of all the changes (Bear and Ponito going to school, Bob and Kitty spending all day with Grandma trying to homeschool them). I'm not sure how much more of this I can take though.
Today I called the house to let Grandma know I was on my way to get the kids to go to the psychiatrist. Kitty answered the phone and ranted for a good five minutes about how much she hated Grandma (the "evil meanie" in the picture here!) and Grandma hates her. This time it was because "someone" had left the toilet unflushed and Grandma assumed it was Kitty (usually it is). Kitty denied it and was furious that she was being accused.
I talked to Kitty about how it wasn't really important whether or not she did it, she needed to flush the toilet because she was asked to. Everyone has had to flush the toilet when they weren't the one that did it. She has been forgetting a lot lately and in the FAIR exam we talked about trust. How when you do something often (like steal or leaving messes) then it's going to take time of not doing that before people stop believing that you did it. Then I changed the subject to her nightmare last night. It worked as a distraction, by the end of the call she was in a better mood.
At the psychiatrist we made some med changes for her (reducing the Geodon which might be causing some issues with her jaw locking up) and trying her with Seroquel. She was loud and whiny all night. I found out she's still breaking food rules (making things - she's messy, doesn't follow instructions and usually makes something foul that no one will eat - wasting food or using up things that were going to be meals0. So she went in the FAIR Club. Instant meltdown.
She stormed upstairs threatening to kill herself. Hubby intervened and kept her from locking herself in the bathroom. I left him to it (I have a major headache!) and went to the pharmacy to pick up her new meds. Luckily both Geodon - at the regular dose and her new med Seroquel are major sleep aids. She eventually calmed down, gave me a hug, finished remaking her bed (she wets the bed almost every night and this should have been done in the morning), and ended up going to bed 15 minutes late instead of 30 minutes early. *sigh*
Somehow I've got to start taking her to work with us instead of leaving her with grandma. Tomorrow we've got an offsite meeting so I don't know what I'm going to do with her. *heavy sigh* I noticed blood on her pants tonight so maybe she's just hormonal and this will pass soon.
Hugs and prayers,


Kelly said...

Wow. Enjoying your blog. Thanks for sharing. Bless grandma. Couldn't talk my mom into home schooling. Nope. Never.

Brenda said...

just followed you over here from Life in the Crazy House. I look forwarding getting to know you and reading about your family. RAD stinks.

Alyssa's Mom said...

Hi Mary. Welcome to the blogging world! I got your link from Lisa, she's lucky she shared!

I linked you to my blog, hope that's OK?

Blogging really does help. It clears the mind and tends to put things into perspective. I look forward to getting to know your family!

Lisa said...

Hang in there Texas Mary! You're a Texan so there's nothing you can't handle!
Love, me