BusynMember
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I had very early warning signs that told me Bart was going to be a handful. He was a good baby for a year. At Eighteen months we were at a park and he was climbing the monkey bars. A small girl was right behind him. He looked down, smiled, and stomped on her hand on purpose. He laighed when she screamed. The mother yelled at him. I was mortified and kept spologizing.
This behavior contined until I sought help. He stopped hurting other kids, which he never admitted he did, but he loved to cause mischief at school. He was in the gifted classes, Most of his friends were kids who struggled in school. He'd quickly finish his work than proceed to talk to, pass notes to, and crack jokes to the rest of his class. His teacher in fifth grade didnt like him.
I was constantly called to school.
In sixth grade his best friend dared him to open his zipper to a passing car. He did it. it was his sixth grade teacher. You cant make this stuff up.
He developed school phobia in high school and faked sicknes as often as he could. His grades fell to Bs and Cs. It was still good enough to be accepted into college, and he did very well on hisbACT and SAT tests, but during his first year his mental illness popped out in all its glory. He was on SSI for a while and it was common to have to take him to ER. He had the worst case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) I ever saw, and I often hang with those who are mentally ill, trying to help and encourage the young ones.
Bart thrived late, but a really good psychologist really helped him and he did thrive by his nearly middle 20s (24 or so). He is much better now, but still has severe anxiety issues, won't get help (or makes excuses why he cant) and remains often childish and difficult to get along with. Fortunately I usually know how to handle him and we are close
Princess was quiet and shy and I didnt see the drug abuse coming. She was always very sweet, even while using drugs. I not only didn't see this coming, but I had lost hope for her by the time she left home, yet she tricked me again, in a very good way. After six years of hell, she turned it around and went to college with grants and lians and working...she had always worked, eve on drugs. So I misjudged her twice.
I never dreamed Goneboy would shun us and to this day I strongly believe that it never would have happened if he had married a nicer woman. I think he was so taken with her, she was more important than us.
On the very positive side, I never ever thought Sonic would do so well in life, to the point nobody would ever guess he is on the spectrum. And Jumper, who was so riddled with Learning Disability (LD) problems, she could not read at eight years old. Both responded so well to school interventions. Jumper will graduate from law enforcement next year. I did not think Sonic would be capable of working and doing do well at work. I did not know that Jumper would like learning enough to go to college AND work at.the same time AND get good grades. Academics never came easy to her, but she is not a quitter. Nor is Sonic.
Anyway...
The moral of my story is that what they are like as children doesn't mean they won't change as teens and adults.
This behavior contined until I sought help. He stopped hurting other kids, which he never admitted he did, but he loved to cause mischief at school. He was in the gifted classes, Most of his friends were kids who struggled in school. He'd quickly finish his work than proceed to talk to, pass notes to, and crack jokes to the rest of his class. His teacher in fifth grade didnt like him.
I was constantly called to school.
In sixth grade his best friend dared him to open his zipper to a passing car. He did it. it was his sixth grade teacher. You cant make this stuff up.
He developed school phobia in high school and faked sicknes as often as he could. His grades fell to Bs and Cs. It was still good enough to be accepted into college, and he did very well on hisbACT and SAT tests, but during his first year his mental illness popped out in all its glory. He was on SSI for a while and it was common to have to take him to ER. He had the worst case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) I ever saw, and I often hang with those who are mentally ill, trying to help and encourage the young ones.
Bart thrived late, but a really good psychologist really helped him and he did thrive by his nearly middle 20s (24 or so). He is much better now, but still has severe anxiety issues, won't get help (or makes excuses why he cant) and remains often childish and difficult to get along with. Fortunately I usually know how to handle him and we are close
Princess was quiet and shy and I didnt see the drug abuse coming. She was always very sweet, even while using drugs. I not only didn't see this coming, but I had lost hope for her by the time she left home, yet she tricked me again, in a very good way. After six years of hell, she turned it around and went to college with grants and lians and working...she had always worked, eve on drugs. So I misjudged her twice.
I never dreamed Goneboy would shun us and to this day I strongly believe that it never would have happened if he had married a nicer woman. I think he was so taken with her, she was more important than us.
On the very positive side, I never ever thought Sonic would do so well in life, to the point nobody would ever guess he is on the spectrum. And Jumper, who was so riddled with Learning Disability (LD) problems, she could not read at eight years old. Both responded so well to school interventions. Jumper will graduate from law enforcement next year. I did not think Sonic would be capable of working and doing do well at work. I did not know that Jumper would like learning enough to go to college AND work at.the same time AND get good grades. Academics never came easy to her, but she is not a quitter. Nor is Sonic.
Anyway...
The moral of my story is that what they are like as children doesn't mean they won't change as teens and adults.
