Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) Janae , 10, ADD Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Janae, What's up? Leggs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > > Janae > , 10, ADD > Jake, 7, autism > > >>>>>>>>>> Hmph. Something is amiss in Phoenix. Penny Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > > Janae > , 10, ADD > Jake, 7, autism > > >>>>>>>>>> Hmph. Something is amiss in Phoenix. Penny Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 I'm with you Janae. Hope you feel better soon. ellen grrr I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) Janae , 10, ADD Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 I'm with you Janae. Hope you feel better soon. ellen grrr I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) Janae , 10, ADD Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) And this would be because.......... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) And this would be because.......... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 (((Janae))) What happened? Tuna ===== mom to: , 8, ASD , 4, NT Normal is just a setting on the washing machine. - Whoopi Goldberg ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 (((Janae))) What happened? Tuna ===== mom to: , 8, ASD , 4, NT Normal is just a setting on the washing machine. - Whoopi Goldberg ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 (((Janae))) What happened? Tuna ===== mom to: , 8, ASD , 4, NT Normal is just a setting on the washing machine. - Whoopi Goldberg ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Janae, what's going on? Sounds like you must be having a really rough day. ((hugs)) sends his sympathies also. Hang in there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Janae, what's going on? Sounds like you must be having a really rough day. ((hugs)) sends his sympathies also. Hang in there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 It was one of those days where I should have stayed in bed but my alarm cruelly woke me up at 6. At 6:20, I had showered and was trying to get the kids up. At 6:25, I was trying to get my dh up. Then I was fixing school lunches for the kids, getting Jake ready, getting myself ready, and still trying to get up. At 6:55, I was trying to put my shoes on and find Jake's shoes which he very nicely left out in the backyard under a pile of leaves. was doing the " I have 5 minutes before I need to catch the bus and I need to get dressed and feed the dogs and mom is making me brush my hair and teeth " thing. I need to finish getting the kids and myself ready, and I need to leave for work. DH comes in and asked, " Where's breakfast? Where's lunch? " He had 1/2 hour to get himself dressed and teeth brushed and he expected me to make his lunch. OK, I get to school. Both buses were waiting for me and the other aides to get our kids off of them. (Surprise, I was a little late). The morning wasn't too bad except that the student I work with had her home worker there to help me and give me suggestions. She was nice, but it's still a bit stressful to have someone tell you everything you do is wrong. The teacher also had his wife there observing. She's an autism consultant. Very nice, but I don't like having people looking over my shoulder. I left for a couple of hours to take to the psychiatrist. Her first visit. He doesn't seem to know why she's there and doesn't like my explanation that the psychologist saw (once so far) wanted her to see a pediatic psychiatrist. Things don't go well from the beginning. I'm not the most articulate of people, so there were these odd pauses as I tried to gather my thoughts. He didn't seem to like that, thought there was something going on with me. He didn't like that 's pediatrician was overseeing her meds. Then he started asking questions. cannot answer a question if he life depended on it. She babbles, she wanders, dogs and the Titanic creep into the conversation. It gets rather painful listening to it. Anyways, he asked if she ever thinks of dying. She responded that yes, she does, that sometimes she wishes she was on the Titanic and was one of those who drowned. He likened drowning in freezing waters to torture. doesn't care. He thought she's saying that for the shock value, for negative attention. is too literal to even think of doing something like that. Next question. Things got even more interesting. He asked if her parents abuse her, beat her black and blue, things like that. answered that we do hit her, that we spank her, that it hurts. He wanted to know if we spank her too much or don't stop. 's reply, " I don't know. " He rephrased the question several times. Each time said that she didn't know. He told her that he'd have to call Children Protective Services if she said yes. She said she didn't know. I thought of my filthy house and how I would have to deal with CPS. Finally, said that she gets spanked once or twice a year. He decided that she is not abused. The guy's a jerk, but I can deal with him. We're going to be changing insurances soon and then I'll get someone I can work with better. The rest of the day was run, run, run. I took back to school, raced back to my school and got there in time for the last hour. Raced home to pick up the kids. I have a friend that's out there to get Jake off the bus if I'm not there so I don't worry too much. I dropped my friend and the kids off at the library, raced over to this medical clinic for a 3:00 appt for blood to be drawn and the last of my hep b shots, courtesy of a bite I received from a student 6 months ago. For the first time, I had to wait, so it's almost 4 by the time I got back to the library. I have had no lunch. We needed to go to the grocery store. They won't take the coupon I have which was the main reason I went there. I dropped my friend off and went home. I fixed a sandwich for me, set it down by my computer as I turned to change clothes. One dog came in, then left. The other dog came in and sat and watched me. I turned back to the computer and there's only 1/2 a sandwich. DH came home. I tried to tell him about 's appt and he wanted to know if I gave the psychiatrist the family medical/mental history. Sure, I told him, he had asked and I answered. Wrong answer. DH wanted to know if I had printed a copy of the family medical/mental history which he had made up and given it to the psychiatrist. No I had not. I had not even thought about it. DH got mad and told me that if I had done this, the psychiatrist would have taken me more seriously. I should have stayed in bed. And that's the story of my day which no one wanted to hear. Janae , 10, ADD Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 It was one of those days where I should have stayed in bed but my alarm cruelly woke me up at 6. At 6:20, I had showered and was trying to get the kids up. At 6:25, I was trying to get my dh up. Then I was fixing school lunches for the kids, getting Jake ready, getting myself ready, and still trying to get up. At 6:55, I was trying to put my shoes on and find Jake's shoes which he very nicely left out in the backyard under a pile of leaves. was doing the " I have 5 minutes before I need to catch the bus and I need to get dressed and feed the dogs and mom is making me brush my hair and teeth " thing. I need to finish getting the kids and myself ready, and I need to leave for work. DH comes in and asked, " Where's breakfast? Where's lunch? " He had 1/2 hour to get himself dressed and teeth brushed and he expected me to make his lunch. OK, I get to school. Both buses were waiting for me and the other aides to get our kids off of them. (Surprise, I was a little late). The morning wasn't too bad except that the student I work with had her home worker there to help me and give me suggestions. She was nice, but it's still a bit stressful to have someone tell you everything you do is wrong. The teacher also had his wife there observing. She's an autism consultant. Very nice, but I don't like having people looking over my shoulder. I left for a couple of hours to take to the psychiatrist. Her first visit. He doesn't seem to know why she's there and doesn't like my explanation that the psychologist saw (once so far) wanted her to see a pediatic psychiatrist. Things don't go well from the beginning. I'm not the most articulate of people, so there were these odd pauses as I tried to gather my thoughts. He didn't seem to like that, thought there was something going on with me. He didn't like that 's pediatrician was overseeing her meds. Then he started asking questions. cannot answer a question if he life depended on it. She babbles, she wanders, dogs and the Titanic creep into the conversation. It gets rather painful listening to it. Anyways, he asked if she ever thinks of dying. She responded that yes, she does, that sometimes she wishes she was on the Titanic and was one of those who drowned. He likened drowning in freezing waters to torture. doesn't care. He thought she's saying that for the shock value, for negative attention. is too literal to even think of doing something like that. Next question. Things got even more interesting. He asked if her parents abuse her, beat her black and blue, things like that. answered that we do hit her, that we spank her, that it hurts. He wanted to know if we spank her too much or don't stop. 's reply, " I don't know. " He rephrased the question several times. Each time said that she didn't know. He told her that he'd have to call Children Protective Services if she said yes. She said she didn't know. I thought of my filthy house and how I would have to deal with CPS. Finally, said that she gets spanked once or twice a year. He decided that she is not abused. The guy's a jerk, but I can deal with him. We're going to be changing insurances soon and then I'll get someone I can work with better. The rest of the day was run, run, run. I took back to school, raced back to my school and got there in time for the last hour. Raced home to pick up the kids. I have a friend that's out there to get Jake off the bus if I'm not there so I don't worry too much. I dropped my friend and the kids off at the library, raced over to this medical clinic for a 3:00 appt for blood to be drawn and the last of my hep b shots, courtesy of a bite I received from a student 6 months ago. For the first time, I had to wait, so it's almost 4 by the time I got back to the library. I have had no lunch. We needed to go to the grocery store. They won't take the coupon I have which was the main reason I went there. I dropped my friend off and went home. I fixed a sandwich for me, set it down by my computer as I turned to change clothes. One dog came in, then left. The other dog came in and sat and watched me. I turned back to the computer and there's only 1/2 a sandwich. DH came home. I tried to tell him about 's appt and he wanted to know if I gave the psychiatrist the family medical/mental history. Sure, I told him, he had asked and I answered. Wrong answer. DH wanted to know if I had printed a copy of the family medical/mental history which he had made up and given it to the psychiatrist. No I had not. I had not even thought about it. DH got mad and told me that if I had done this, the psychiatrist would have taken me more seriously. I should have stayed in bed. And that's the story of my day which no one wanted to hear. Janae , 10, ADD Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 It was one of those days where I should have stayed in bed but my alarm cruelly woke me up at 6. At 6:20, I had showered and was trying to get the kids up. At 6:25, I was trying to get my dh up. Then I was fixing school lunches for the kids, getting Jake ready, getting myself ready, and still trying to get up. At 6:55, I was trying to put my shoes on and find Jake's shoes which he very nicely left out in the backyard under a pile of leaves. was doing the " I have 5 minutes before I need to catch the bus and I need to get dressed and feed the dogs and mom is making me brush my hair and teeth " thing. I need to finish getting the kids and myself ready, and I need to leave for work. DH comes in and asked, " Where's breakfast? Where's lunch? " He had 1/2 hour to get himself dressed and teeth brushed and he expected me to make his lunch. OK, I get to school. Both buses were waiting for me and the other aides to get our kids off of them. (Surprise, I was a little late). The morning wasn't too bad except that the student I work with had her home worker there to help me and give me suggestions. She was nice, but it's still a bit stressful to have someone tell you everything you do is wrong. The teacher also had his wife there observing. She's an autism consultant. Very nice, but I don't like having people looking over my shoulder. I left for a couple of hours to take to the psychiatrist. Her first visit. He doesn't seem to know why she's there and doesn't like my explanation that the psychologist saw (once so far) wanted her to see a pediatic psychiatrist. Things don't go well from the beginning. I'm not the most articulate of people, so there were these odd pauses as I tried to gather my thoughts. He didn't seem to like that, thought there was something going on with me. He didn't like that 's pediatrician was overseeing her meds. Then he started asking questions. cannot answer a question if he life depended on it. She babbles, she wanders, dogs and the Titanic creep into the conversation. It gets rather painful listening to it. Anyways, he asked if she ever thinks of dying. She responded that yes, she does, that sometimes she wishes she was on the Titanic and was one of those who drowned. He likened drowning in freezing waters to torture. doesn't care. He thought she's saying that for the shock value, for negative attention. is too literal to even think of doing something like that. Next question. Things got even more interesting. He asked if her parents abuse her, beat her black and blue, things like that. answered that we do hit her, that we spank her, that it hurts. He wanted to know if we spank her too much or don't stop. 's reply, " I don't know. " He rephrased the question several times. Each time said that she didn't know. He told her that he'd have to call Children Protective Services if she said yes. She said she didn't know. I thought of my filthy house and how I would have to deal with CPS. Finally, said that she gets spanked once or twice a year. He decided that she is not abused. The guy's a jerk, but I can deal with him. We're going to be changing insurances soon and then I'll get someone I can work with better. The rest of the day was run, run, run. I took back to school, raced back to my school and got there in time for the last hour. Raced home to pick up the kids. I have a friend that's out there to get Jake off the bus if I'm not there so I don't worry too much. I dropped my friend and the kids off at the library, raced over to this medical clinic for a 3:00 appt for blood to be drawn and the last of my hep b shots, courtesy of a bite I received from a student 6 months ago. For the first time, I had to wait, so it's almost 4 by the time I got back to the library. I have had no lunch. We needed to go to the grocery store. They won't take the coupon I have which was the main reason I went there. I dropped my friend off and went home. I fixed a sandwich for me, set it down by my computer as I turned to change clothes. One dog came in, then left. The other dog came in and sat and watched me. I turned back to the computer and there's only 1/2 a sandwich. DH came home. I tried to tell him about 's appt and he wanted to know if I gave the psychiatrist the family medical/mental history. Sure, I told him, he had asked and I answered. Wrong answer. DH wanted to know if I had printed a copy of the family medical/mental history which he had made up and given it to the psychiatrist. No I had not. I had not even thought about it. DH got mad and told me that if I had done this, the psychiatrist would have taken me more seriously. I should have stayed in bed. And that's the story of my day which no one wanted to hear. Janae , 10, ADD Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Are you in my house? debbi > > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > > Janae > , 10, ADD > Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Are you in my house? debbi > > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > > Janae > , 10, ADD > Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Are you in my house? debbi > > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > > Janae > , 10, ADD > Jake, 7, autism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Some days it seems like it does not pay to get up. Nothing quite is horrid but nothing goes well either, and to top it off the psych sounds like a class A, big time jerk that you don't need. Take a hot bath and some tea and call it quits for the day. Tomorrow is a new day and you can start over. ((hugs)) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Some days it seems like it does not pay to get up. Nothing quite is horrid but nothing goes well either, and to top it off the psych sounds like a class A, big time jerk that you don't need. Take a hot bath and some tea and call it quits for the day. Tomorrow is a new day and you can start over. ((hugs)) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Some days it seems like it does not pay to get up. Nothing quite is horrid but nothing goes well either, and to top it off the psych sounds like a class A, big time jerk that you don't need. Take a hot bath and some tea and call it quits for the day. Tomorrow is a new day and you can start over. ((hugs)) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Janae? Are you guys doing spring break too?? lol I hope its not too serious. What's going on? Tamara mom to Ebony, 5 years old, asd, adhd, bipolar and , 2, polish (lol) wife to Terry > >Reply-To: parenting_autism >To: parenting_autism > >Subject: grrr >Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2003 18:00:10 -0700 > >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > >Janae >, 10, ADD >Jake, 7, autism > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 24, 2003 Report Share Posted March 24, 2003 Janae? Are you guys doing spring break too?? lol I hope its not too serious. What's going on? Tamara mom to Ebony, 5 years old, asd, adhd, bipolar and , 2, polish (lol) wife to Terry > >Reply-To: parenting_autism >To: parenting_autism > >Subject: grrr >Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2003 18:00:10 -0700 > >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) >I hate life. (Hit head against the wall.) > >Janae >, 10, ADD >Jake, 7, autism > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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