Why do you give us four great weeks and then bam hit us with a spinning head and pea soup?
Thanks for your time.
There are no words to describe my exhaustion and despair. The last two weeks have been ......bad.
Today at McDonald's - I wanted to throw myself on the deep fryer. Everyone there was staring at us. Andrew wouldn't stop screaming at the top of his lungs - and I couldn't leave because I was waiting for my friend to come and collect her son from me -- by the time she got there - he was calmer but the forty five minutes before that was another story. Not only the screaming, but the going after other children, putting his friend Timmy in a headlock (three times), crawling under the table to attack him, screaming every time Timmy said anything that Andrew did like and that was pretty much everything, screaming at the other kids who were screaming like Michael Myers was after them....there was more but I have tried to block it out.
Jim goes to Philadelphia on Saturday for a METS game - and Andrew and I are suppose to go to a block party - and you know what I DON'T WANT TO GO. I don't want to have my entire Saturday afternoon spent playing defense. I can't do it. I can't.
I'm battling some pretty serious issues myself - and I'd rather just spend Saturday home alone with my little Regan and be safe. If that makes me a shitty mother, so be it.
I spend all week - cleaning, cooking, running errands, driving my 82 year old friend to the store and once a week to her doctor - baking cookies for people even after I say "no I don't have the time"...I don't want to spend my weekend trying to protect other children from my son.
My 82 year old friend - nominated me for the Make a Difference Award for the Town of Hempstead. I don't want it. I want to get off the waiting list for the Anchor Camp for autistic kids - I want Andrew to go to a camp where they can deal with his issues and help him not to regress. This last week at the YMCA in Queens has not been good. So Kate Murray, Town of Hempstead - when you get Flo's letter - don't give me the "medal" - give me a shorter wait.