I feel as though I lack the motivation I once had for yet another behavior plan. I shrink and have a difficult time sticking to my guns so to speak as I see my son getting upset or as I see him giving me the look he gets in his eyes as he begins to escalate before property is damaged or he begins to threaten my personal safety. It becomes increasingly difficult to disengage as my self esteem take yet another beating from my son's verbally assault-iv words. How do I then turn around and nearly immediately become the caring supportive informative mother my son and everyone expects me to be. I can't just flip that switch anymore. It is taking me some time I am in pain. I sink and am stunned and space out as I hear my son may need further services and a psycho-sexual evaluation. I fear buying anything nice for the simple fact that it may be destroyed. Countless holes in walls, chairs destroyed, door jams ruined, phone broken, dent in car, I mean any of you with a son who has odd or cd I'm sure know have a list of damages. When do you know it's time for residential treatment? I don't mean the occasional 10 day medication tune-up so to speak. I mean the permanent kind.
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