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My Sweet Boy Has Taken A Vacation And We Don't Know When He's Returning

Today the boy has an appointment with his behavior specialist. I'm not even sure what to call her. We see her twice a year and she monitors how his medications are helping him with daily routines. It's good timing because lately? This sweet boy of ours has become aggressive. He hit a boy at school last week because he wouldn't stop filling a hole the boy was digging. He said he asked the other child to stop and when he didn't, he hit him in the stomach. Talk about making mama feel like she had been hit in the stomach. It made me so sad to hear he resorted to that.

He's been hitting a lot more at home. Sure some of it is the natural brother versus sister hitting but sometimes it gets really out of control. When I was at work the other night, he got so mad at his father that he threw a pill bottle at him and hit him in the head with it. When that didn't illicit whatever response he was looking for, he picked up one of the plastic balls (like from the ball pits that used to be at McDonalds) and beaned his dad right in the face. This simply can't go on anymore. He has a baby sister and young niece that he is around and I shudder at the thought of him doing something to them. I will point out though, he's never once shown anything but immense love for the two of them. His other sister, the four year old, well she seems to be fair game and that's just not, well, fair to her.

Hopefully the doctor and I can figure something out. Perhaps his medication needs to be tweaked again. I don't know. The last time he was like this was a year ago when he was on a medication that was quickly deemed dangerous for him and was stopped immediately. I wouldn't say we're at a crossroads yet on what to do but it is rather frustrating.

If any of you have a child with behavior issues (ODD, OCD, SPD, etc) I would love to hear some ideas you may have. He is great with one on one contact but that's hard to do when there are two siblings to care for in addition to him. We've all been working very hard on not losing our tempers with him even when he has hurt his 4 yr old sister. He gets so angry so quickly. I don't feel like I'm losing my little boy yet but if things don't change, that's what's going to happen. I don't want that.

I want my sweet boy.

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