Throughout the year I will collect small stories that happen each day. They are too small to place into a seperate blog, but once I collect a few I will publish them. These have been for the month of January. Mainly within the last week. I am trying hard to remember the stories, but it's been hard. I think I have found a system and will have more for you next month!!!!
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One afternoon in the car out of the blue...
"Mom, I think Cindy wants to be my girlfriend."
"Tanner, what makes you think that?"
"Because she says I am funny, smart and cute. And don't you say I am cute!"
"Tanner, I think Cindy is right, you are funny, smart and cute."
*Rolleyes* "Women."
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Older brother working on finishing his homework...midway through first grade....
"Mom, how do you spell penguin?"
While Mom is trying to make sure she tells him right she hears out of Tanner's mouth....
"P-E-N-G-U-I-N."
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Sitting in the living room watching Tv. Progressive commercial comes on. (The one with Flo the saleswoman who is so perky)
Tanner says, "Mom, when those executives for Progressive get together for a meeting, I sure hope they fire her."
Mom wondering how he understands the concept of 'executives firing someone", inquires, "Tanner why would they fire her?"
"Because she is so annoying."
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Watching the Nutri System commercial....
"Hey Mom if you eat that healthy food your body will get skinnier."
"Tanner, do you think Mom's body needs to be skinnier?"
"Sure wouldn't hurt you any to loose all that fat."
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Day 25- Trapped in the House... Need to Get Out
We have been snowed inside our house for two days now. School has been canceled for two days. The last time I remember school being out that long for snow was in 1987. Yes that's right, 1987. So, take two days of no school and add two days of the weekend and you have one crazy Momma!!!!!
We have passed the time by playing the Wii, watching hours and hours of Disney Channel and Nickelodeon, baking, playing games and just simply driving each other nuts!
Late this afternoon we decided to try to go sledding. The boys had attempted to do it this morning, but Daddy's car was stuck and they couldn't get it out. So, after nap time we decided the entire family would try to take Mom's van out and go sledding!
I didn't realize we would be in for such an adventure!
Tanner is really good at back seat driving. Mom says he gets it from Dad and Dad says he gets it from Mom.
Dad had spent thirty minutes shoveling the driveway. We had 12 inches of snow in our backyard (not counting the drifts), so having a north facing driveway this was quite a feat. We also have a rear entry garage, so this meant we had to brave the alley to get out.
We piled into the van. All five of us! Trey wasn't quite sure why we had stuffed him in all those clothes and he was in obvious discomfort sitting in his car seat, but in the back I hear, "Hey Trey, you are going to have so much fun sledding!"
On the way, the snow is piled everywhere. We drive down the road and we hear "Hey Dad! Be careful! Don't pass that car. You are going to fast. Dad, you are going to lose control of the car. Be careful, Dad."
Ok, that's it, we are implementing a no talking policy in the car! Once that happens, I hear... "I'm not talking, I'm singing."
Oh Boy! Are we sure we needed to get out?!?!?!
The roads are nasty and it does take us a while to get to the park, but getting there is priceless for the boys!
They pile out of the car before we can get Trey untrapped from his car seat and are gone! We look around to see Tanner flying down the hill on his sled!
He is laughing and enjoying himself! After being cooped up in the house for two days he is out and loving it!
Down the hill for about ten minutes and Trey is getting cold, so I load him up and turn the car on for heat. This is quickly followed by Austin who can't feel his hands.
But not Tanner. This kid stays out there with Dad for over thirty minutes! He is having so much fun gliding down the hill and traveling back up. I can see him going up and down the hill and really quickly notice that he is red in the face and covered head to toe with snow all over his body. This kid has got to be freezing!!!
As the time goes by he ends up spending 45 minutes sledding down a hill. I think he likes it.
Zach has to bring him to the car crying because he doesn't want to go home.
On the way home once again we hear, "Hey Dad! Be careful! Don't pass that car. You are going to fast. Dad, you are going to lose control of the car. Be careful, Dad." Got it Tanner, Dad's being careful.
When we pull into the alley, it's slow and steady the entire way down. Then we get to our driveway. Dad has only shoveled off the half that the car needs to come out of and with an inch of ice underneath the snow it's still pretty slippery. We struggle to get up the small embankment. Back and forth we rock trying to get into the garage. All of a sudden we hear in the back, "Hey Dad, why don't you try to back up and just gun it?"
Gun it? Where did that come from?
Giving it one more try before we pile the family out and try to push the car into the garage, Zach backs up about fifteen feet in the alley and guns it! As we travel up, we have the feeling that this one is going to make it! And what do we hear in the back....
"Go Dad, Go Dad, Go Dad, Go Dad." Tanner is cheering Dad on!
As we begin to drive into the garage we hear. "YEAH DAD!" Tanner is the back seat clapping and cheering because we made it!
For us the simple things in life often go by without being noticed. But for Tanner, something as simple as getting into a garage on a snowy day can be turned into an experience he will never forget.
I guarantee, this child will be talking about the day we went sledding and almost got stuck in the alley for a long time!
We have passed the time by playing the Wii, watching hours and hours of Disney Channel and Nickelodeon, baking, playing games and just simply driving each other nuts!
Late this afternoon we decided to try to go sledding. The boys had attempted to do it this morning, but Daddy's car was stuck and they couldn't get it out. So, after nap time we decided the entire family would try to take Mom's van out and go sledding!
I didn't realize we would be in for such an adventure!
Tanner is really good at back seat driving. Mom says he gets it from Dad and Dad says he gets it from Mom.
Dad had spent thirty minutes shoveling the driveway. We had 12 inches of snow in our backyard (not counting the drifts), so having a north facing driveway this was quite a feat. We also have a rear entry garage, so this meant we had to brave the alley to get out.
We piled into the van. All five of us! Trey wasn't quite sure why we had stuffed him in all those clothes and he was in obvious discomfort sitting in his car seat, but in the back I hear, "Hey Trey, you are going to have so much fun sledding!"
On the way, the snow is piled everywhere. We drive down the road and we hear "Hey Dad! Be careful! Don't pass that car. You are going to fast. Dad, you are going to lose control of the car. Be careful, Dad."
Ok, that's it, we are implementing a no talking policy in the car! Once that happens, I hear... "I'm not talking, I'm singing."
Oh Boy! Are we sure we needed to get out?!?!?!
The roads are nasty and it does take us a while to get to the park, but getting there is priceless for the boys!
They pile out of the car before we can get Trey untrapped from his car seat and are gone! We look around to see Tanner flying down the hill on his sled!
He is laughing and enjoying himself! After being cooped up in the house for two days he is out and loving it!
Down the hill for about ten minutes and Trey is getting cold, so I load him up and turn the car on for heat. This is quickly followed by Austin who can't feel his hands.
But not Tanner. This kid stays out there with Dad for over thirty minutes! He is having so much fun gliding down the hill and traveling back up. I can see him going up and down the hill and really quickly notice that he is red in the face and covered head to toe with snow all over his body. This kid has got to be freezing!!!
As the time goes by he ends up spending 45 minutes sledding down a hill. I think he likes it.
Zach has to bring him to the car crying because he doesn't want to go home.
On the way home once again we hear, "Hey Dad! Be careful! Don't pass that car. You are going to fast. Dad, you are going to lose control of the car. Be careful, Dad." Got it Tanner, Dad's being careful.
When we pull into the alley, it's slow and steady the entire way down. Then we get to our driveway. Dad has only shoveled off the half that the car needs to come out of and with an inch of ice underneath the snow it's still pretty slippery. We struggle to get up the small embankment. Back and forth we rock trying to get into the garage. All of a sudden we hear in the back, "Hey Dad, why don't you try to back up and just gun it?"
Gun it? Where did that come from?
Giving it one more try before we pile the family out and try to push the car into the garage, Zach backs up about fifteen feet in the alley and guns it! As we travel up, we have the feeling that this one is going to make it! And what do we hear in the back....
"Go Dad, Go Dad, Go Dad, Go Dad." Tanner is cheering Dad on!
As we begin to drive into the garage we hear. "YEAH DAD!" Tanner is the back seat clapping and cheering because we made it!
For us the simple things in life often go by without being noticed. But for Tanner, something as simple as getting into a garage on a snowy day can be turned into an experience he will never forget.
I guarantee, this child will be talking about the day we went sledding and almost got stuck in the alley for a long time!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Day 24- Developed Relationships
Tanner came home today with a "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" book. He told me that he had to read twenty pages of it tonight for homework. Not a big deal in our house, he does that a lot. He enjoys reading and thrives on being challenged by higher level books. (This particular book is a fifth grade level book.)
When Austin found out that he had checked out this book from the library I hear, "HEY THERE'S A WAITING LIST FOR THAT! HOW DID YOU GET IT SO SOON?"
Tanner's answer, "Mrs. Librarian loves me. She lets me have any book I want."
"NO FAIR!" screamed Austin.
I told Austin I was sorry, but that he and Mrs. Librarian were really good friends and he probably asked nicely for it and she gave it to him.
Little did I know, she had SAVED the book for him.
The librarian lets Tanner go help her as a reward. She, along with a few other adults at school, have taken a vested interest in helping him succeed. They treat him with respect, understand that he has different needs, they get his sense of humor (even when Mom and Dad don't) and they love to see him everyday. And the feeling is mutual. He adores them!
We are facing a huge snowstorm tonight. I asked him if he wants to get an extra day off from school or if he wants the snow to go away. He told me he would like to play in the snow, but would miss everyone at school if he had an extra day off.
And I am sure they would all miss him too.
When Austin found out that he had checked out this book from the library I hear, "HEY THERE'S A WAITING LIST FOR THAT! HOW DID YOU GET IT SO SOON?"
Tanner's answer, "Mrs. Librarian loves me. She lets me have any book I want."
"NO FAIR!" screamed Austin.
I told Austin I was sorry, but that he and Mrs. Librarian were really good friends and he probably asked nicely for it and she gave it to him.
Little did I know, she had SAVED the book for him.
The librarian lets Tanner go help her as a reward. She, along with a few other adults at school, have taken a vested interest in helping him succeed. They treat him with respect, understand that he has different needs, they get his sense of humor (even when Mom and Dad don't) and they love to see him everyday. And the feeling is mutual. He adores them!
We are facing a huge snowstorm tonight. I asked him if he wants to get an extra day off from school or if he wants the snow to go away. He told me he would like to play in the snow, but would miss everyone at school if he had an extra day off.
And I am sure they would all miss him too.
Day 23- Kindergarten Part 3
When we got Tanner home he knew we were upset. He cried for what seemed like hours. It wasn't that he knew he was going to get into trouble, he was crying because to him it wasn't fair.
His story was simple. There was a little girl in his PE class who had a headband on. They were sitting in line and she had taken that headband off and was tapping him on the shoulders with it.
"Mom, it was bothering me."
We had been working with him on letting the teachers know when something was bothering him so he could be removed from that situation, so using his words, he got up out of line and went to tell the teacher that he was being bothered by this girl. The teacher simply told him to stop tattling and get back into line. At that point, left with no choice to get out of the situation he walked back to his spot on the floor.
I have often imagined what he looked like on that walk back to his spot. His shoulders slumped over, head hung down, sad look in his eyes, a feeling of failure because in his smart little mind he knew what was coming next. He knew that his little body had taken as much over stimulation as it could and that he had no other outlets to let out his frustration.
To this day, every time I think about the next words that came out of his mouth, I weep.
"I got back in my spot and she started poking me again." Sobbing uncontrollably, he goes on, "I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to get her to stop. Dad I know you tell me not to hit girls, but she wouldn't leave me alone. What was I suppose to do?"
He had no control over how that small little headband hitting his body felt. For a neuro-typical person it's not a good feeling. But for someone whose body feels so different, he had taken all he could stand of that plastic headband tapping into his senses. And the only way he knew how to get her to quit was to punch her in the stomach until someone stopped him.
I wept for days not knowing what to do. The first thing I did was talk to a dear friend of ours whose son has Sensory Integration Disorder (SI). It seemed like Tanner was getting over stimulated and that was causing his anger, rage and uncontrollable crying. They had taken their son to a couple of places in town and had even gone to Denver the SI mecca. She gave me three books to read and also told me to call a therapy place here in town to get him evaluated and to call a local child psychiatrist. I called both that day to get him in as soon as possible.
This was in the beginning of May and the fastest appointment the therapy place had was on May 29th. The last day of school... I told them we would be there. This was too important to miss.
And with that our new journey began.
No Matter What...
His story was simple. There was a little girl in his PE class who had a headband on. They were sitting in line and she had taken that headband off and was tapping him on the shoulders with it.
"Mom, it was bothering me."
We had been working with him on letting the teachers know when something was bothering him so he could be removed from that situation, so using his words, he got up out of line and went to tell the teacher that he was being bothered by this girl. The teacher simply told him to stop tattling and get back into line. At that point, left with no choice to get out of the situation he walked back to his spot on the floor.
I have often imagined what he looked like on that walk back to his spot. His shoulders slumped over, head hung down, sad look in his eyes, a feeling of failure because in his smart little mind he knew what was coming next. He knew that his little body had taken as much over stimulation as it could and that he had no other outlets to let out his frustration.
To this day, every time I think about the next words that came out of his mouth, I weep.
"I got back in my spot and she started poking me again." Sobbing uncontrollably, he goes on, "I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to get her to stop. Dad I know you tell me not to hit girls, but she wouldn't leave me alone. What was I suppose to do?"
He had no control over how that small little headband hitting his body felt. For a neuro-typical person it's not a good feeling. But for someone whose body feels so different, he had taken all he could stand of that plastic headband tapping into his senses. And the only way he knew how to get her to quit was to punch her in the stomach until someone stopped him.
I wept for days not knowing what to do. The first thing I did was talk to a dear friend of ours whose son has Sensory Integration Disorder (SI). It seemed like Tanner was getting over stimulated and that was causing his anger, rage and uncontrollable crying. They had taken their son to a couple of places in town and had even gone to Denver the SI mecca. She gave me three books to read and also told me to call a therapy place here in town to get him evaluated and to call a local child psychiatrist. I called both that day to get him in as soon as possible.
This was in the beginning of May and the fastest appointment the therapy place had was on May 29th. The last day of school... I told them we would be there. This was too important to miss.
And with that our new journey began.
No Matter What...
Monday, January 25, 2010
Day 22- Thankfulness
In the 22 short days that I have been writing this blog I have already had a stream of compliments, requests, and concerns for family and friends that don't have answers. While I am extremely appreciative of the compliments, the concerns are what move me the most.
I am by no means an expert in the ASD field. I am, however, a mother, who knew deep inside that there was something more severely wrong with my child than him 'just being a boy' or a 'discipline problem' or a 'spoiled brat.' I knew we had tried everything from disciplinary procedures to reward systems. I knew that he didn't simply 'just need to be spanked every once in a while.' When people come to me to ask questions the first thing I hope they understand is that my heart breaks for them. If they are asking then I know they have that feeling too. The feeling that something is not quite right. They are scared, anxious, hopeful and above all concerned that this is something bigger than they know how to handle.
The first thing I offer is a phone number. My phone number. If they need any advice on where to go, what to do, or just simply need a shoulder to cry on, I am there. I have been in their situation, felt that feeling. It nags at you from down in the bottom of your heart. It makes you sick to your stomach. I want everyone that could possibly be in this situation to know that I am available 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
After that, I carefully try to answer the questions they ask to the best of my knowledge. If they are in my town I can offer places to go, people to talk to, support groups to join. I repeat over and over that I am NOT AN EXPERT, just simply a Mom. But I also believe that Mom's intuition is greater than any expert saying 'this is typical, he'll grow out of it.'
If you are reading this and have had questions that you are afraid to ask, please don't hesitate. If you know of someone who will benefit from this blog, feel free to share it. My goal is to raise awareness. A short goal has been met, but I want to change the way this world views ASD's.
I apologize that it has taken me so many days to write out our story. This has been extremely hard for me to relive and for me to make sure I didn't leave anything out. From the time he was born until this very day, there is so much to share. I only hope that I will be able to get all of it in before the year is up.
Thank you to everyone who takes time out of their day to read this blog.
I am by no means an expert in the ASD field. I am, however, a mother, who knew deep inside that there was something more severely wrong with my child than him 'just being a boy' or a 'discipline problem' or a 'spoiled brat.' I knew we had tried everything from disciplinary procedures to reward systems. I knew that he didn't simply 'just need to be spanked every once in a while.' When people come to me to ask questions the first thing I hope they understand is that my heart breaks for them. If they are asking then I know they have that feeling too. The feeling that something is not quite right. They are scared, anxious, hopeful and above all concerned that this is something bigger than they know how to handle.
The first thing I offer is a phone number. My phone number. If they need any advice on where to go, what to do, or just simply need a shoulder to cry on, I am there. I have been in their situation, felt that feeling. It nags at you from down in the bottom of your heart. It makes you sick to your stomach. I want everyone that could possibly be in this situation to know that I am available 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
After that, I carefully try to answer the questions they ask to the best of my knowledge. If they are in my town I can offer places to go, people to talk to, support groups to join. I repeat over and over that I am NOT AN EXPERT, just simply a Mom. But I also believe that Mom's intuition is greater than any expert saying 'this is typical, he'll grow out of it.'
If you are reading this and have had questions that you are afraid to ask, please don't hesitate. If you know of someone who will benefit from this blog, feel free to share it. My goal is to raise awareness. A short goal has been met, but I want to change the way this world views ASD's.
I apologize that it has taken me so many days to write out our story. This has been extremely hard for me to relive and for me to make sure I didn't leave anything out. From the time he was born until this very day, there is so much to share. I only hope that I will be able to get all of it in before the year is up.
Thank you to everyone who takes time out of their day to read this blog.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Day 21- Kindergarten Part 2
We made it through Christmas with no big problems. But when we got back to school things seemed to really change. I was up at the school three times a week most of the time. His problems seemed to be starting in PE or Music, but would continue in the classroom. As a parent I was at my breaking point of not knowing what to do. I am sure the school was the same way.
We started a behavior chart for him and it worked for a couple of weeks, then we were right back to square one. The disciplinary principal was trying all sorts of rewards. He would get to go to the office everyday and pick out a candy, then at the end of the week if he had so many good days he would get a free movie pass (one of his favorite things to do). But each reward we tried only lasted for a little bit.
He continued to see the psychologist who prescribed Concerta for him. We were hoping to take away the depression and keep the behavior under control. It did the exact opposite. His teacher said from the time he walked in the classroom until about 10:00am in the morning (approximately two hours) he would just sit like a zombie, no expression whatsoever. Then about 10 he would liven up a bit and spend the rest of the day unable to control his behavior.
This went on for a few months. None of us knew what to do, but nothing we were doing was working. I was going to bed every night crying. I didn't know what to do with him. I felt so alone.
He was getting in trouble in PE and the punishment is to do jumping jacks. T his is when his huge blow ups would happen. It seemed as though it was an act of defiance, but I finally asked him why he wouldn't do the jumping jacks and he said the other kids laughed at him when he did them. He was insecure. So we talked to the PE teacher and tried to get her to change the choice of punishment. She refused to do so unless we had something in writing.
Then in May we had a huge blowup. I got a call from the school that he had beaten up a little girl in his PE class. I drove up to the school in tears. What had gone so wrong that he felt the need to hurt another student in his class, let alone a little girl?
I got up to the school and Tanner could see that I had been crying. He immediately started crying too. He knew he had made me sad and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
The story from the teachers... For absolutely no reason whatsoever Tanner had waylaid (actually word used by the teacher) on a little girl that never does anything wrong. To the point that she was in the nurse's office when I got there. His PE teacher went on and on about how this little girl never gets into trouble and she always does what she is asked and there was no possible reason that Tanner should have waylaid on her like that. The PE teacher was extremely concerned that Tanner owed her some jumping jacks for the incident and wanted to make sure that he was going to give them to her. I was too distressed at that point in time to say anything.
They asked that I take him home for the day. This was the first time all year he got sent home. So we discussed what punishments he would have when he got back to school, made sure he understood them and I took him home. He didn't have any emotion the whole way home. He knew what he needed to do when he got home, he went straight to his bedroom. After we gathered our wits and I explained everything they had told me to my husband, we then went into Tanner's room to talk to him about the incident.
His account of the incident changed our entire outlook on his situation and it was then that we realized he had no control over his behavior....
We started a behavior chart for him and it worked for a couple of weeks, then we were right back to square one. The disciplinary principal was trying all sorts of rewards. He would get to go to the office everyday and pick out a candy, then at the end of the week if he had so many good days he would get a free movie pass (one of his favorite things to do). But each reward we tried only lasted for a little bit.
He continued to see the psychologist who prescribed Concerta for him. We were hoping to take away the depression and keep the behavior under control. It did the exact opposite. His teacher said from the time he walked in the classroom until about 10:00am in the morning (approximately two hours) he would just sit like a zombie, no expression whatsoever. Then about 10 he would liven up a bit and spend the rest of the day unable to control his behavior.
This went on for a few months. None of us knew what to do, but nothing we were doing was working. I was going to bed every night crying. I didn't know what to do with him. I felt so alone.
He was getting in trouble in PE and the punishment is to do jumping jacks. T his is when his huge blow ups would happen. It seemed as though it was an act of defiance, but I finally asked him why he wouldn't do the jumping jacks and he said the other kids laughed at him when he did them. He was insecure. So we talked to the PE teacher and tried to get her to change the choice of punishment. She refused to do so unless we had something in writing.
Then in May we had a huge blowup. I got a call from the school that he had beaten up a little girl in his PE class. I drove up to the school in tears. What had gone so wrong that he felt the need to hurt another student in his class, let alone a little girl?
I got up to the school and Tanner could see that I had been crying. He immediately started crying too. He knew he had made me sad and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
The story from the teachers... For absolutely no reason whatsoever Tanner had waylaid (actually word used by the teacher) on a little girl that never does anything wrong. To the point that she was in the nurse's office when I got there. His PE teacher went on and on about how this little girl never gets into trouble and she always does what she is asked and there was no possible reason that Tanner should have waylaid on her like that. The PE teacher was extremely concerned that Tanner owed her some jumping jacks for the incident and wanted to make sure that he was going to give them to her. I was too distressed at that point in time to say anything.
They asked that I take him home for the day. This was the first time all year he got sent home. So we discussed what punishments he would have when he got back to school, made sure he understood them and I took him home. He didn't have any emotion the whole way home. He knew what he needed to do when he got home, he went straight to his bedroom. After we gathered our wits and I explained everything they had told me to my husband, we then went into Tanner's room to talk to him about the incident.
His account of the incident changed our entire outlook on his situation and it was then that we realized he had no control over his behavior....
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Day 20- Kindergarten Part 1
Kindergarten was by far the worst year we have had with Tanner. I am not sure why the year was so hard. He did have a lot of changes right before he started school so I am sure that had something to do with it.
His older brother took five days to be in the principal's office when he started school. It took Tanner three. I got my first call and knew it was going to be a year. After about three weeks, I was in the office talking about the track we were on and he was headed to DAEP (Disciplinary Alternative Education Program). That's when we took serious action.
The first thing I did was call our pediatrician for an appointment. He put Tanner on Adderall (which was the same medication his older brother was on at the time). That worked for a while, but then we decided to up the dose to get a little more control out of it and that sent him into a frenzy.
Severe depression, a five year old who cried on the smallest things. I remember one time we were sitting at supper eating hotdogs and his fell apart. He sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes. I finally had to make him a new dog for him to calm down and eat. Kids were making fun of him as school for crying and unable to control his anger at them, he started beating them up. Most of his incidents were happening during the PE or Music period and we could not figure out why?
We started seeing a psychologist who worked with his pediatrician to help find a medication for him. The doctors believed it was ADHD just like his older brother. I told everyone that's what it was, but deep down inside I knew we weren't getting any better. There were too many factors that weren't adding up. I was just so overwhelmed, I didn't know where to go.
In November, we seemed to have things lined out again. His teacher and I were in constant communication to make sure that days went smoothly. And I was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Then came Christmas....
His older brother took five days to be in the principal's office when he started school. It took Tanner three. I got my first call and knew it was going to be a year. After about three weeks, I was in the office talking about the track we were on and he was headed to DAEP (Disciplinary Alternative Education Program). That's when we took serious action.
The first thing I did was call our pediatrician for an appointment. He put Tanner on Adderall (which was the same medication his older brother was on at the time). That worked for a while, but then we decided to up the dose to get a little more control out of it and that sent him into a frenzy.
Severe depression, a five year old who cried on the smallest things. I remember one time we were sitting at supper eating hotdogs and his fell apart. He sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes. I finally had to make him a new dog for him to calm down and eat. Kids were making fun of him as school for crying and unable to control his anger at them, he started beating them up. Most of his incidents were happening during the PE or Music period and we could not figure out why?
We started seeing a psychologist who worked with his pediatrician to help find a medication for him. The doctors believed it was ADHD just like his older brother. I told everyone that's what it was, but deep down inside I knew we weren't getting any better. There were too many factors that weren't adding up. I was just so overwhelmed, I didn't know where to go.
In November, we seemed to have things lined out again. His teacher and I were in constant communication to make sure that days went smoothly. And I was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Then came Christmas....
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