Saturday, March 16, 2013

Living in the Nightmare

There are times in my life where I wish I could wake up and find it all a dream. Yesterday was one of those times. The nightmare started at 9:30 yesterday morning. I was getting ready to leave the house when the phone rang. It was one of OLA's third grade teachers. He had gone to science and forgotten his science notebook. She ask him to return to his home class and get it because they where wrapping up some experiments and would need them to record the results. He left to do so and she started the class. He searched both his desk and his locker and could not find his notebook. When he could not find what he needed he didn't return to class, but instead he stood in the hall for the next forty-five minutes to an hour. He didn't want to get yelled at by the teacher or teased by his classmates so the solution was not to return at all.  The worst part was the teacher didn't realize that he hadn't returned. When she called me he had missed all of the lecture he needed to complete that part of his notebook, but she was going to send it home for homework.  Not cool!!! I ask her if I could bring the notebook over to him. She said "no, it was his responsibility and he could just do it as homework". I knew this was not going to be pretty. And it wasn't. When OLA got in the van after school the first thing he said to me was "you stupid butt head, why didn't you bring my notebook over, now I have to do it as homework." I told him that his teacher wouldn't let me. He told me his teacher was an idiot. Then it all went down hill from there. He cycled on and off  for the rest of the night. It ended at about the same time that night that it had started. But it ended when we had to call the police. We have always hoped it would not come to this - but alas, it was not to be avoided. But if in all this insanity there are small miracles we got one last night. The officer that responded to the call was a godsend. He and his wife have adopted three children and two of them were drug and alcohol exposed in utero. He was able to understand the situation without a lot of extra explanations. And he was able to diffuse the situation and help OLA return to a state of equilibrium. I wish I could say this would be the only time we would have to ask help from the police- but unfortunately I doubt it will be. The nightmare continues and the waves are coming hard and fast.


  1. Thinking of you and praying for you and the family. Hang in there.

  2. i found your blog while doing a google search for something else. i was wonering if you Know Sheri who blogs at Ain't that sherific? Sorry I can't give you the link. I'm on my iPad and not very literate with it. Anyway, Sheri has a son with FASD and she also is part of a large support network that I find quite impressive.

  3. Hi Morning Buzz. We have a 10 year old DD with FASD whom we adopted from Eastern Europe 3 years ago. We recently starting see a great psychiatrist who specializes in FASD and she put our DD on lamictal (a/k/a lamotrigine) which has done amazing things in terms of curbing her hysterical outbursts and rages. It's an anti-seizure med that provides the internal rheostat that FASD kids often lack, so they can't "turn down" overheated emotions. Have to ease into the dosage so as not to get a rash. Google "susan rich" and FASD. David Gerry's website is often helpful, I mind. Hang in there.