I'm posting here, because Angela's behavioral issues are far more extreme than typical kids with DS. Some days, ok many days, she is just downright horrible. >edited to add: I just looked at my post again. It is a BOOK! If you make it to the end, kudos to you!)
Towards the end of the school year, things were really really really bad. I was having to pick her up from school nearly every day. The good days were few and far between. Still, her teacher was Sooooooo good about not feeling the need to tell me EVERY SINGLE THING that happened. Some days she ONLY told me the good stuff. She knew I was hitting the wall.
Then we started a new med. combination, which took about 3 weeks to kick in. (school didn't get to see the benefit of it.

) and things were looking GREAT! Wow! She was so much fun to be around again! She was awesome! Her normal happy go lucky self that I could take anywhere again. She was happy, we were happy. Life was good again, and I was very excited for 4th grade to roll around so she could prove just how amazing she is when all the other behavior crap isn't in her way.
And then something happened.
One day I had her in target, picking up stuff we NEEDED on my way drop her off at camp. It was horrible...she went through the store hollering every swear word she knows (at 10, she knows them all) Then she started the "flop and drop" on our way to the check put. OMG..I wanted to just make a run for the door, cuz we NEEDED the stuff in the cart.
We get to the checkout, there is one guy ahead of us with just a couple of things. Picture this tiny girl hollering BS, BS BS, and if that was't bad enough, then she started grabbing things off those impulse buy shelves and throwing them at the guy. That's when the register ran out of paper. I looked around...every other register had a line, and there were several people behind us. Oh GAWD how I wanted to leave. SHE NEEDED THAT DARNED SLEEPING BAG!
It wasn't long before I was physically restraining her. One leg wrapped around hers because she was kicking things and me, both arms wrapped around her to stop her from throwing. Me trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the store, and not saying a word. Trying to pretend I was on another planet smelling flowers or something.
Finally it was our turn. The young woman at the register said, "How are you guys today?"
What??? She couldn't hear or see how we're doing today?
So she quick rings us up, and says, "Bye! Have a nice day!"
Yep...I will...as soon as I drop this child off at CAMP!!!!! (well, I wasn't really thinking child at the time. I was really thinking posessed monster.)
And why did this all happen? Why you ask? Because late the night before, I picked her up at her dad's where she'd been for 5 days, and HE decided HE doesn't believe in medication, so he didn't give it to her! Only he didn't tell me that.....at least not until we got out of target and back to the truck and I called him to verify my suspicions!!! OMG!!!!! Oh did I rip him a new one for THAT! Not only did she suddenly stop taking a medication that you're supposed to take WEEKS to wean off of, but now she was totally unmedicated, something that is NOT GOOD for anyone, her OR us!
So we get to camp. I warn them about the med. issue and debate about weather or not I should even leave her. On her check in forms it says we're supposed to meet with the camp director (nobody ELSE has to meet with the camp director!) I explain the situation to him, and he assures me they'll be able to handle whatever comes up. I was hopeful....even if it only lasted for a couple of days. I needed those couple of days.
The next day camp called. Things were bad, but they wanted me to know they were willing to stick it out a couple more days. I happend to talk to her county social worker that day, and mentioned what happened.
She told me she was filing a report against her dad for medical neglect.
The next day things were GREAT! HOORAY! Could it be the meds are kicking in again. (I would be shocked, since it takes them 3-4 weeks to start under normal circumstances.)
The following day, when I was 2 hours the OTHER direction (camp is 2 hours west, and I was 2 hours south, putting me 4 hours away.) they called. Come get her. Someone got hurt. They already had her stuff packed.
On my way to get her I called her dad and screamed bloody murder at him. I told him I had just paid $1000 for her to go to camp, and it was NON REFUNDABLE, and it was HIS FAULT she got kicked out, so COME GET HER. Let HIM deal with the monster she becomes when off medication!
Three days later he did.
He'd already had a visit from the county about the meds and was very careful to listen to the medication directions this time. (yeah, she'd been on them for 2 months and he's just now figuring this out?)
Her second day with him, at 6:30 in the morning, he left a message on my voicemail. "Just so you know, you HAVE to supervise her at ALL TIMES! You CANNOT let her out of your sight FOR A SECOND!" Then went on to explain the very minor issue (she ate crayons to see if he'd get mad) and all I could do was laugh, and say IT"S ABOUT TIME YOU FIGURED THIS OUT!
It's been 2 weeks since she got kicked out of camp. The meds are starting to kick in again THANK GOD. She's not back to 100% yet, but we're getting there.
But oh man, these behaviors are driving me crazy. I have no clue how to handle them, and both Dean and I are getting frustrated and cranky. It doesn't help that Dean has never had a little kid in the house more than couple days at a time, much less one who is so difficult.
Last weekend while Angela was with her dad, Dean and I went camping with his family. A much needed break. We got to visit my parents while we were in the area (they live 4 hours away) and have a really nice talk.
And then my dad said it. I know it's true, but to hear it from someone else really hurts.
He said, "You know, when we had the family reunion a few weeks ago, it was the first time the rest of the family has gotten to see first hand what you're dealing with. Until now, we've only heard the stories. You have your hands full honey, and I don't know how you do it. You just keep going and going and going, and chasing and chasing and chasing, and you never get a break. Nobody helps you. Not even Dean helps you. (Dean has even less of a clue how to deal with this junk than I do.) it's just you. I watched you hide out in the cabin rather than have to have Eagle eyes at the docks. I watched you worry every time she was out of sight for a fraction of a second. I watched you miss out on a lot of the family activities because her behavior escalated to dangerous levels. I am watching you run yourself into the ground."
What do you say to that? I can't get HELP right now! She qualifies for everything under the sun, but with the current funding she has, I can't get outside help. She'll be on this grant until at least March, if not longer. Thank GOD her meds are starting to kick in again. Please please please pray that she gets back to where she was before her dad stopped giving them to her. HOWEVER, we've had to stop giving her the ADHD meds because she was having adverse side effects from it. This child is so incredibly hyperactive.....I can't even explain it....and for her, hyperactive leads to trouble pretty fast.
What do I DO?????