My son hit me right on my mouth, this morning. He threw a stool at me. I know why... He got triggered by playing with a boy he doesn't know that well. I told his mother that them pretending to practice karate, wasn't a good thing and that my son wouldn't be able to understand the line between real violence and fake.
I had to tell her this twice and yet it was already too late, when she finally told her boy to do something else instead.
It's so hard! I know my son and I try to prevent him being triggered like this, but it sure aren't easy when others don't understand and sees the seriousness of the matter.
It's not cool trying to teach him not to fight... then this kind of thing happens.

We've got a support family for our son now. He's there Wednesday afternoon until Thursday evening. It's a STRUGGLE though! When the mother of the support family arrives to take our son home to their place, he's soooo anxious. We've been forced to carry him out without jacket and boots. He's kicking, hitting, screaming, crying... He's even jumped out off the car two of the times, when the car has started to move. The first of these times, he run around the house in only his socks. The mother of the support family and my hubby ran after him and I ran the other way around the house.
It feels like we're torturing him. Last time the social worker was to drive him to the family in her car. I thought...ok... you try and get him in the car on your own... because she asked us to go inside. Now she knows just how difficult it is! She had to let us help her. Both me, my hubby and the social worker had to combine our strength and thinking. But in the end I was the one managing to calm him down. It's something I've understood... that I'm the only one who really can reach him. That feels good in a way, but it's very draining too. Knowing that I need to be there for him or at least ready to jump in all the time, makes me pretty stressed inside. I HAVE TO FIX IT! I'm the one to help him!

Well... I've been talking to the support family and the social worker about the arrangements. We need to change the routines. He can't feel this bad every time he's going to the support family. As it is now, it's more of a strain than a relief.
I'll continue to write social stories to him, helping him to understand this world and to deal with the day to day obstacles. I love him so very much! I know he's hurting inside, living in a world he doesn't fully understand. He's a smart kid... That makes me proud! Social skills are lacking, though.

Once he's at the support family's home he likes it there. The thing he has difficulties with, is sleeping in their house. He's afraid of them maybe leaving the house during the night. After writing a social story with pictures and text, he's started to feel better about that.

Every Thursday when he gets back home- he's happy and smiling. So at least we know that he's had a good time.

To be alone with our daughter during our son's time at the support family, is just wonderful. She turns into a completely different little girl. She's laughing and kidding around. She needs this so much!

This is so much of a balancing act!

I've not been feeling good at all lately and I'm still really down and feel numb inside. My mind isn't really working... just kind of "sleeping". That makes it so hard, having to think hard how to make our son feel better and working on his and his sister's wellfare so intensively.

Thank you for listening! This place is like a life jacket to me.