TerryJ2
Well-Known Member
Thank you. And yes, we cannot let a 15-yr-old off the hook because of their disability. I think one of the reasons we are all here is to learn to create productive, capable adults. Unfortunately at this point, my son is capable but not productive.
Yes, they can learn by routine and discipline. It's simply a matter of knowing what the rules are and molding behavior. But it doesn't work as well when, say, you're a single mom, or your husband is a workaholic, or mom gets migraines and goes to bed ... it doesn't take long for kids to make up their own rules, which leads to out-of-control behaviors.
Right now, my difficult child thinks I am the most strict, rigid, CONTROLLING mom in the universe.
He hates it when I check him in his room at night. He hates it when I text him to ask where he is. Something that all teens would hate. But with-a difficult child, it's magnified 100X.
Yesterday was picture day for baseball. difficult child fought it every step of the way. But he knows he's living on borrowed time (yes, KLMNO, we do have a plan, it's not just a threat). But difficult child went. He griped and complained, but he went. The coaches had the kids take turns in the batting cage while they waited their turn for pictures. Great idea! I stood behind the photographer and smiled my biggest smile, and while difficult child's mirror neurons are not the most finely honed, he can still react, and I got to see his dimples and a tiny little smile.
The minute they finished, he started in with-the requests and demands: "Can I get a taco?" "No." "Mashed potatoes from KFC?" "No."
"WTH! What's wrong with-you?"
"I just went to the grocery store. You had a sandwich and half a box of chocolate and a Coke and some apple juice. You can have a can of soup for dinner."
"WTH? WHY?"
Pause.
"Are you going out with-Dad tonight? Can you bring me back some teriyaki chicken?"
"No. That's a treat. I have dinner for you at home."
"WHY?"
He gave up for a few min and then asked what the big deal was about having to eat soup. And then, "So, what kind of soup is it?"
(Finally caving at that point, lol.)
"I'm not going to tell you because you'll hate it no matter what I bought."
"WTH!!! What is wrong with you???"
I finally told him, chicken with-wild rice, and split pea soup.
"I'm NOT going to eat it!"
At home, he immediately went to his room to have a private phone conversation and/or text with-his girlfriend. 10 min later he comes downstairs, "Where's the soup?"
LOL!
I don't always have this much stamina, believe me. Sometimes I just go to bed and cry.
Yes, they can learn by routine and discipline. It's simply a matter of knowing what the rules are and molding behavior. But it doesn't work as well when, say, you're a single mom, or your husband is a workaholic, or mom gets migraines and goes to bed ... it doesn't take long for kids to make up their own rules, which leads to out-of-control behaviors.
Right now, my difficult child thinks I am the most strict, rigid, CONTROLLING mom in the universe.
He hates it when I check him in his room at night. He hates it when I text him to ask where he is. Something that all teens would hate. But with-a difficult child, it's magnified 100X.
Yesterday was picture day for baseball. difficult child fought it every step of the way. But he knows he's living on borrowed time (yes, KLMNO, we do have a plan, it's not just a threat). But difficult child went. He griped and complained, but he went. The coaches had the kids take turns in the batting cage while they waited their turn for pictures. Great idea! I stood behind the photographer and smiled my biggest smile, and while difficult child's mirror neurons are not the most finely honed, he can still react, and I got to see his dimples and a tiny little smile.
The minute they finished, he started in with-the requests and demands: "Can I get a taco?" "No." "Mashed potatoes from KFC?" "No."
"WTH! What's wrong with-you?"
"I just went to the grocery store. You had a sandwich and half a box of chocolate and a Coke and some apple juice. You can have a can of soup for dinner."
"WTH? WHY?"
Pause.
"Are you going out with-Dad tonight? Can you bring me back some teriyaki chicken?"
"No. That's a treat. I have dinner for you at home."
"WHY?"
He gave up for a few min and then asked what the big deal was about having to eat soup. And then, "So, what kind of soup is it?"
(Finally caving at that point, lol.)
"I'm not going to tell you because you'll hate it no matter what I bought."
"WTH!!! What is wrong with you???"
I finally told him, chicken with-wild rice, and split pea soup.
"I'm NOT going to eat it!"
At home, he immediately went to his room to have a private phone conversation and/or text with-his girlfriend. 10 min later he comes downstairs, "Where's the soup?"
LOL!
I don't always have this much stamina, believe me. Sometimes I just go to bed and cry.