I wonder what it would be like if adults could just let it out like kids do? Would every thing turn to chaos, or would we all actually be a little more relaxed because we’re not walking around with all this stress and angst bottled up inside of us? Just a thought……….
Do you feel like this? It may be a little different for me because this is my weekend without my son – read ‘divorced’. I should be joyous and bouncing around the house because of the available “me-time”. I should be relaxing with the Sunday paper, making plans for lunch with a friend, etc, etc. But instead I find myself just doing mundane chores and trying my best not to cry. I wonder if others of you that are divorced with ADHD kids feel this way? When they inhabit the house there is always stress and the feeling of walking on egg shells as well as the constant picking up of everything they’ve left in their trail similar to Pig Pen in Charlie Brown, but when they’re not here instead of the big sigh of relief that should come it seems like the stillness just presents a giant opening for the sadness of the situation to come barreling through.
I try to read, I try to relax but all I can do is replay arguments we’ve had or berate myself for where now, in this stillness, I can see how patience would have been the better choice. Is this just me, or do any of you do this as well? Lately, I’ve found myself caught between looking back and looking forward. Experts and all the current gurus say that we all just need to keep looking forward, just keep your sights set on tomorrow as opposed to mourning yesterday and that is the way we’ll make it through. They say that just moving forward can even put things into motion (ala “The Secret”) and before we know it our lives will be what we have always wished for ourselves. As much as I try to want to believe this, and I have experienced some success with this when it comes to my business life, I just don’t know how realistic this is for the parent of an adhd-er. I find myself constantly going over the details of things past to try my hardest to figure out why my best laid plans with this child didn’t work. Just looking for that tidbit that will make me say “A-ha, that’s why we ended up in a yelling match over something that was so incredibly trivial” thus ending all trivial arguments for the rest of time. But, that doesn’t seem to happen and the thinking just never seems to stop….even in my sleep.
My son started with a new therapist a few weeks ago, and yesterday I heard from the therapist that my son wants to stay at his Dad’s house instead of mine because there are so many arguments at my house. Hmmmmm……is this truth or is this just my son’s somewhat bent view of the way things really are? The last time I dropped my son at his Dad’s house I witnessed his stepmom come storming down the hallway just to snap her fingers right in his face while she spit out the word “jacket” as her indication that he needed to go back to the entry hall and hang up the jacket he had dropped on the floor. It actually was quite shocking to me. So, why would he prefer that treatment to being with me at my house? Am I wrong in my efforts to treat him like a human being by actually speaking and trying to reason with him as opposed to “snapping” commands at him like he was the family dog? What happened to the ever popular – you’ve got to pick your spots with these kinds of kids philosophy? A jacket on the floor in my house wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow, I’ve always kept my cool about that stuff waiting for the inevitable bigger transgressions. Did my son, who, by the way, jumped right up and put his jacket on the designated hook, prefer that type of communication? Is he more like a dog/animal that responds better to stimulus like that? Do my constant attempts to speak in a soothing, communicative voice when needing him to do something just come across as an annoyance in contrast to the quick and swift “snapping of fingers”? These kinds of thoughts occupy my mind at all times, as desperate attempts on my part to figure this all out.
Herein lies the moral of this story. I hate to write only negativity in my posts, I hate to think that someone clicked onto this blog to gain strength and courage just to read the most recent post and feel lower and more defeated than they had prior to reading my ongoing banter. I’ve come to realize that the one constant element in my never-ending thoughts is that I’m always looking to “fix” the situation. I’m not a perfectionist, but I am a fixer. When it comes to business deals, and everyday stuff that trait is mostly good, but as time goes on living with an adhd kid, I’m starting to realize that in my urgency to try to “fix” the situation I really think I am doing more harm than good.
Last week as I was getting my annual mammogram – that’s always fun – there was nothing to read in the waiting room except for magazines that dealt with cancer – not saying that’s odd or anything. But as I was thumbing through one I came across a subtitle that said that the most important thing a cancer patient can do is to realize that they can’t “fix” the problem, cancer is a journey and a process, there are no shortcuts one just has to go through the process and come out the other end. It dawned on me that this same thinking can apply to the journey of an adhd parent, I can’t fix this, it is something that just has to be a journey and hopefully in the end we will all come out okay. Realizing that there is no “fix” can be frightening but it can also be somewhat freeing to realize that as moms and dads that are conditioned to “fixing” all their kids problems this is one that we are not required to fix, our job is to just be there with them, doing the same thing that we do everyday with these kids………the best we can do at that particular time on that particular day. If we give ourselves the gift of non-judgement of ourselves – and of them – I think we’ll feel a little bit of mental energy return to us as opposed to the weight that this endless self-reflection and never-ending analyzing seems to bring.
Try it and see how you feel. Every time you hear that voice in your head asking you why you didn’t handle something better or do more for your adhd-er, just catch yourself and tell yourself to stop and see how freeing it is.
As for me….when I was typing that last line about just telling yourself to “stop”, I accidentally typed “shop” instead of “stop”, so I am going to take that as a sign from the universe telling me that since I have no kids today I’m going to stop sitting here beating myself up and do exactly that…….go shopping!
Yesterday morning I went to my car to discover my tire, yet again, almost flat. This would be my fifth day in a row of having to put air in my tire on my way to work. I finally gave in and called with an excuse for being late to work so I could finally have the darn thing fixed. I don’t have any extra money right now, so I was very worried about the cost. When it was done I was so relieved to find out that it only needed a patch instead of a whole new tire and the total cost to me was only $19.95. But, of course, they had discovered another problem. I only had the slightest inkling of a brake pad left on the tire and that was going to cost me more around $250. Not currently having the money, I passed on having it fixed right then. They said I only had a few days left to drive on it and I very well may be causing more damage every time I hit the brakes. Having no extra funds I had no choice but to leave and hope to negotiate some time off work next week (and find some extra money) to get it fixed. We’ll circle back to this situation in a bit.
Today I also have to take time off from work to attend a meeting with my son’s geometry teacher due to his lack of performance. After it taking a half hour to get him out of bed and fixing him a nice breakfast of pancakes and eggs (got to get that protein into him, right!) I proceeded to help him get his backpack and school papers together for his day. No matter what I did or said he was terribly belligerent and nasty to me. As I was organizing his papers for him I noticed that one of his Spanish assignments was only partially filled out, I got concerned and went onto the web site to see if this incomplete piece of paper was his homework from yesterday, only to find out that listed under today’s date it said……..Chapter 5 test HOY. I don’t have the first clue how to speak Spanish so I asked him what HOY meant. He yelled back, “oh my God, you are so annoying, you annoy everyone in your life no wonder you are middle-aged, have no one in your life except your cats.” Well, not the answer I was expecting, but whatever. I quickly googled HOY only to find out that it meant “today.” TODAY, oh my god I didn’t know about this test (he is already failing Spanish). I looked at Chapter 5 to see what the content was only to find out that the test would be all about the days of the week. How do you have a test about the days of the week and not know what HOY is?! Shouldn’t that be just a given if you’ve been studying the days of the week for the past 3 weeks? So, I guess this is where my totally forced morning “calm” gave way to mommy panic. When asking him why he didn’t know this and wasn’t he worried that he had a test today and that his grade could not get lower he starting yelling how I make everything his fault and it wasn’t his fault that the teacher was giving him a test, what was he supposed to do, it wasn’t his fault. Thinking, “oh, I have the perfect answer to that question I responded by saying, “that’s easy, what you’re supposed to do when you have a test is to study.” In all his ADHD-ness, he responded, “what, are you crazy, how would I possibly study for a test, I don’t know what’s on the test so how would I possibly know what to study?” I guess there is some bent logic in there somewhere, but I’m just not seeing it.
So, finally packed up and ready to go we proceeded to the car where I drive him the 3 blocks to school. Entirely unnecessary for me to drive him, but I figure it hopefully gives me some time where he is trapped and has to talk to me. I thought I’d be proactive and nice by not only reminding him of the afternoon meeting that was scheduled with his Geometry teacher but also to throw him a bone and say, “I just want you to know that this meeting isn’t about trying to bust you on stuff, they just want to meet so we can see if there is a way to get you more engaged in class.” He shot back some nasty retort about how the meeting was all my fault. Starting to get a little pissy myself I pointed out to him that this meeting had nothing to do with me and actually it was going to be quite a pain because I had to take time off work to attend it. He started on a rant about how it was all my fault, if I would just stop communicating with all his teachers then these meetings wouldn’t have to occur (yea, it’s all me not his failing grade that was the cause). Trying to keep my calm and not scream out, “HAVE YOU ABSOLUTELY LOST YOUR MIND, WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THAT YOU CRAZY LOON”, I then began a low-key tirade of facts surrounding the meeting. Somewhere in the middle of my logical talking points he yells out, “just shut it and drive, will ya!” So that was it, all logic, reasoning, sympathy for the ADHD brain totally evaporated in me and I slammed on the brakes (told you the brake story would come back around) and told him in words I will not print here to get out of my car.
I drove away, came back home and pulled out my new defense mechanism…..my little case of hidden cigarettes. I know, I know, totally stupid and I’m sure a giant tumor is forming in my lungs even as I write this. I don’t know when this ‘sneaking a cigarette’ first started but it has totally become my ‘go to’ when I’m at my breaking point with him. The really ridiculous part is I have to hide it so much that when I do sneak one I actually have to don my ‘smoking gear’. (Keep in mind I live on the east coast so we still have snow outside). God forbid that a teenage ADD-er finds out their mother smokes, this would be a complete free pass to pick up the habit themselves. So, I put this giant stocking cap I have so that the smoke doesn’t settle in my hair for him to smell, I put on giant sunglasses because the smoke really bothers my eyes, and I put on my ‘down-gown’ which I have come to call those floor length down jackets that us east-coasters constantly wear, in an attempt to keep the smoke from my clothes. So, there I am looking like a total freak to the neighbors sitting on my front steps (we don’t have back ones) resembling some kind of middle aged, mommy, unabomber with Vera Wang sunglasses. Ridiculous I know, but smoking that cigarette makes me feel like I have some control over my life…….yes, I know I need to figure out something a little healthier for my empowerment fix, but for now this seems to be it.
So, to bring this all back home…….I ask, now that I’ve undoubtedly stripped away the last shred of that little brake pad that was keeping the job at $250 as opposed to the $600 for whole new brake drums which I probably NOW need because I slammed on the brakes, add to that the fact that I’m undoubtedly giving myself some type of lung disease, and not forgetting to mention the neighbors think I’m a total whack job sitting on my steps sucking on this cigarette butt like it holds all of the answers to life……..who exactly is being affected by this state of ADHD…..the kid or me? How many of us are letting this diagnosis take more from our lives than it is taking from our kids life? Hmmm, something to think about.
This morning I think I experienced what most people do……a normal morning with children.
It was quite fantastic and above all so manageable. I haven’t revealed this before but I am a divorced mom. I only have my kids (ADHD son and non-ADHD daughter) part time. Due to traveling schedules between the kid’s Dad and myself I had not had my kids for 4 nights, however, last night would begin, what I refer to as my “call of duty” of 7 days and nights straight with my kids. Their Dad had to go on a week long business trip. I was excited to have them to myself for an extended period but also was having trepidations about not having any support around for the inevitable “episodes” that always occur with my explosive son. I had planned everything out in the hopes of avoiding any conflicts. House was clean and tidy (my son’s favorite way to ‘bust’ me). I had to work yesterday which meant there would be a time period of 3 hours between them arriving home from school and my arrival home. When I came home I had bags of Chinese food in my hands so that we could go straight into dinner thus hopefully avoiding the additional unstructured down time for my son while I was cooking dinner. I really thought this would be a good idea, allowing me to focus more on him without having to deal with cooking dinner and clean up. There was only a one hour window to eat and chat before he had to go to an event at school. I had also called him a few times while I was still at work to make sure he was getting all of his homework done before dinner so we wouldn’t have that added pressure. Each time we spoke he assured me that he was working on his homework.
Well, I’m a fool. When I got home he was plopped on the couch glued to the TV and had a vast array of containers, wrappers and Gatorade bottles strewn about and his backpack was by the door and had not even been unzipped. In other words, he flat out lied to me about doing the homework. My choice was either to make my first encounter with him a confrontation about the lie or to just point out that I was disappointed that now he would be rushed to get everything done before he had to leave again. I opted to go the mention/disappointment route thinking that to start with a confrontation would be a sure recipe for a bad night. I tore the bags of food open and we began to eat. The insults to his sister began immediately (let’s just summarize by saying it was full of things that you just don’t say to people) it made any conversation impossible. Then he threw his chopsticks like daggers at his sister, was mean to the cat, took a jar of vitamins (don’t know why he had those in his possession and slammed them into the rice which caused his sister to freak out because the rice was now “contaminated.” I literally said, “start your homework” at least 30 times to him while his sister and I finished our food. The child COULD NOT get himself to even open his backpack. He would go into the room where his backpack was and then come back a few minutes later with no idea that he needed to start his work. There was absolutely no connection for him as to what he needed to do. Starting to teeter very close to the edge myself I was trying to not lose my temper, but finally I had to yell which made a little bit of difference, at least it got the backpack opened.
On a side note, I’m in the middle of reading Buzz, by Katherine Ellison. In some of her research she found that the ADHD brain craves stimulus when it can’t find it, and I’ve come to notice that the re-entry to my house from the kid’s Dad’s house is creating some anxiety that may be the reason for my son to create havoc on that first night that I have him back to my house. It got me to wondering if that was the reason behind my son’s behavior, did he need me to yell because it was stimulus for his brain? God, that is screwed up if that is true.
But, I digress, so I finally got him out the door only to have him return 2 hours later to stir up even more dramatic chaos….not to bore you with the time line I’ll just tell you it involved, spilling graham crackers crumbs used for baking ALL over my brand new shag rug (I’ll never get all those crumbs out), throwing a scarf that toppled over a plant, dancing in front of the TV so now we’re not quite sure which girl didn’t get the rose from The Bachelor (sadly, huge in my book), again terrorized the cat, and the grand finale right at bedtime, throwing a potted plant at his sister (thankfully fake so no dirt to deal with) and causing a large bump on her knee which, of course, then gave her the platform to create gigantic proportions of bedtime drama.
I was beside myself. Who acts like this at his age? I started in on him, “Why do you do this?” “What are you thinking?” “How can you possibly think this kind of behavior is acceptable?” “Five year old children do these kinds of things, not teenagers!” “Do you really not have control of your actions?” At this point he looked at me and just said, “No, I don’t have control of myself, I don’t know what is going on.” That made me stop, was that a break through or just a tactic to get mom out of his face? Then as I stood there glaring at him I noticed he had what looked like black lip liner on. It turns out that he had opened a huge box of truffles that someone had given us for Christmas that I had hidden away, but he had found while home alone yesterday. He had eaten half of the box during the afternoon and that night. As stupid as this sounds, it was the first time that I really made the connection between how the sugar was affecting him. We had a small conversation about it and he seems to actually be aware that the chocolate may have sent him over the edge.
This morning he woke up without any issues, asked me to make him breakfast. I also turned on the TV which I usually don’t allow during breakfast wanting to see if the stimulus would help out. He sat quietly eating his breakfast and at one time when I was trying to tell him he needed to finish getting ready for school he was totally zoned out on Sponge Bob, when I said his name and said, “hey you were totally zoned out” he just laughed instead of the usual insult towards me, got up and finished getting ready. When we were in the car, I told him how amazing his behavior was this morning and how it really made me happy. His response was, “well, you didn’t feed my all that sugar stuff for breakfast.”
Of course, it’s always my fault. But, in the bigger picture, if I’m going to read all this information about ADHD perhaps I should start to follow a little more of it, shouldn’t I have figured out the sugar element long ago?? Meanwhile, that stupid little squirrel that I’ve been battling with all winter is going to be one happy fellow today when he discovers a years supply of chocolate truffles in my trash can.
Well, we’ve finally hit the big time. An actual call from the principal saying that my kid raised his hand in math and asked to go to the bathroom. However, instead of going to the bathroom he went up and down the halls saying hello to all the substitute teachers of that day (there was a school conference so most of the regular teachers were out). I was also told that he seems to excuse himself quite often to go to the bathroom as a means to get out of class.
Yep, we all knew we’d hear those words at some point, right. Except instead of it coming out of my son’s mouth it came out of mine. I couldn’t believe I said it, yet I REALLY meant it at that moment.
It was a school morning and I was running around packing the lunches for him and his sister, and had just made him a fresh fruit smoothie for his breakfast when I realized that I had mistakenly eaten the last of the Frosted Mini Wheats last night as my midnight snack. Well, his sister ONLY eats Frosted Mini Wheats so we were in a real crisis moment here. She was running late and hadn’t even started to get dressed for school yet, I looked over and saw him just sitting there reading a comic book. So since we literally live about 10 feet from a Starbucks I asked him if he could run across the street and get a bagel for her while I finished making his smoothie. Well, of course a huge argument ensued as he listed all of his reasons why he shouldn’t have to do it. It was unbelievable! Seriously, this kid who was sitting there doing NOTHING couldn’t do this to help out the morning situation. I was so blown away by the total disregard for anyone/anything but himself that I just lost it and yelled out “I hate you.”
What I meant (?) or should have said was I hate people who are as selfish as you, but no instead of lashing out against the ‘behavior’ of the ADHD kid, I lashed out at the actual kid. But, tell me, was this unacceptable behavior the kid’s fault or the fault of the ADHD? After all that is done for this kid it was beyond me that he couldn’t just do this one thing. He wasn’t in the middle of an X-box game, he certainly wasn’t overwhelmed by anything since he was just lounging on the couch looking at comic book, so was I really supposed to be okay with this incredible level of selfishness just because he has ADHD. This certainly wasn’t any kind of attentional issue, this was just a plain lazy and bad attitude. I couldn’t believe that those words came out of my mouth, but I have to say that I have never felt so justified in making a point.
Ironically, after I dropped him off at school he called to say that he had forgotten to print out his homework assignment that was on my computer so I had to print it out for him and drive BACK to the school. Then he called again, right after I returned home for the second time to then tell me he had forgotten his assignment pad. My desire to say, “oh, I can’t bring that to you because I’m reading a comic book” was so tempting, but of course, like any mother would, I got back in the car for the THIRD time that morning and drove the assignment pad over to the school.
So, again I ask……..ADHD or selfishness. How do we know and when should we treat the bad behavior like we would with any other kid.
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