So this was the first crack in Wills tolerance levels. He did pretty well, we came home and he continued to do well. Every time he showed any sign of cracks I would become the kissing and tickling monster until he was laughing/squealing/yelling UNCLE!
It all went pear shaped when Tim (his staff) showed up to work with him. While trying to come up with a schedule and pick which chores he was to do Will started yelling at both of us stating that he didn't need to be told which chores he had to do because he did them EVERY Saturday and a 5 year old could remember!
Out came the kissing monster, when the giggling subsided we reminded him his first chore needed to be finished before his grampy came over to play. He yelled at us demanding we tell him which chores he needed to do because he can't remember (are you as confused as I am over that?). I calmly reminded him- he came at me and started swinging both fists yelling. Then he walked into the kitchen looking for the locked box while drawing his finger across his neck several times.
I'm pretty sure it was all for the reactions and hoping we would back off any and all expectations we had for him. He attacked me a few more times, went after Tim once, then back to me. When I told him grampy wouldn't be able to stay and play if he couldn't get his chore done AND be in control of himself and his actions. He stomped his way upstairs screaming all the way. He kicked us out of his room and demanded we come downstairs to give him some alone time.
Tina and I spent 15 minutes listening to Will scream upstairs. At first it was directed at us but quickly changed to Will swearing up a blue streak and calling himself some truly horrible things.
It breaks my heart hearing him talk that way about himself. Whatever the reason, I never want to hear that language coming out of his mouth- especially directed toward himself.
He was mostly calm after that, played with Tim and grampy for a while, had dinner and went to bed an hour early. I hope he sleeps throughout the night. He desperately needs the sleep.
But before walking upstairs he told me he was a very special person. I agreed, he asked if I wanted to know why, I said yes. He then told me he was special because he was half boy and half girl. (Top half is a girl and bottom half is a boy) I'll be honest, I don't know what to say to that. I agreed that he was special and that it certainly made him unique. We went upstairs he have me his happy thought s and we read for a while before he went to sleep. I'm hoping tomorrow will be better for Will with daddy.
What must it be like to live inside his world.......
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