My 15 year old son, was diagnosed with ADHD & ODD when he was 6 years old. He has always had problems in school and making friends. His father hasn't been a part of his life since he was 7. His father was physically abusive to him. His step-dad has always been verbally abusive and neglectful towards him. I have spoiled him because I felt sorry for him. Now that he is almost 16 and bigger than I am he has becomes verbally abusive towards me. He has lived the last 7 years of his life watching my husband treat me this way and now he does the same. I just found out a month ago thta him and his friends tried what they call robo high. They drink large amount of cold meds and it gets them high. He told me about it himself and said that he would never do it again because he didn't like the way it made him feel. Last week-end we were at wal-mart, Me, My son, and my two grand kids. Later my grand daugther told me that she saw my son steal some cold meds and told her not to tell me. Me and my husband had to go out of town for the day to see a friend in ICU. I was planning on talking to my about the meds when I returned. He was to stay at a friends house until we got home. We weren't gone as long as he thought we would be, because when we pulled into our driveway the garage door was opened and my car that we left there was gone. We found my son and two of his friends driving it about a half hour later. One of his friends was behind the wheel. They all took turns driving. When I got my son home of course I was very mad. At first he wouldn't even talk to me. So I got more upset. I told him I didn't know what I was going to do but I had had enough. He told me that he was a reflection of his parents and that I need to take care of my own problems before I tried to fix him. He acted as if I had no reason to be mad. My husband who is never a part of anything with us remained silent though all of this. I told my son that I was taking all of his stuff away for a very long time and that I was going to clean out his room. He hurried into his room and I saw him sticking something in his pocket. He rerfused to give it to me and tried to dshove me out of his room. We fell to the floor, me trying to get what ever it was out of his pocket. My husband walked in and caught us fighting. My husband said he didn't care what I had to do but he wanted my son out of HIS house. I was going to send him to his older sisters, but her husband said no way. I went down stairs to get him a bag and found a broken window, with glass and mud and blood all over the floor. Thats how him and his friends got in to get to the garage. I have no where to send him! I don't know what to do? I am afraid if I report him to the juvenile authoritieand they take him, which I know they will, I'm afraid he will just rebel and come home worse than now. This all happened sunday. It's monday and he has been arguing with me all day because I won't give him his stuff back. He almost talked me into it once. He is very direspectful. Doesn't do anything around the house. He has already called me a bitch twice today. But he say's he is just kidding and that he thinks I am bi-polor because I yell at him all the time and I need to see about getting on meds. What would you do?!
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