Archive for April 8th, 2004

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Thursday, April 8th, 2004

Dad reports:
I wish I had a way to contact visitors to the site. Someone found this blog with the following search:
Google: Geodon and eye rolling

Mom and I have been blaming his eye rolling on the habit he has of finding a “tick” that really bugs people then purposely going to town with it. I have to comment that we have had no change in his medication and his eye rolling has practically gone away. He is still on Geodon and Prozac.

It would be fantastic to corelate ticks and behaviors to body masses, ages, external factors and medicines.

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Thursday, April 8th, 2004

Dad reports:
Tommy is fighting doing his work hard. He will put more effort into not working than it would take for him to just do the work. I pointed at a page number and he cowered from me and screamed “I thought you were going to hit me.” I can’t remember the last time I’ve raised a hand to him other than to cover his mouth while he screamed during the baby’s nap. I am a bit concerned that he’s working so hard at convincing himself that he’s regularly beaten by me that he’s going to start believing it.

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Thursday, April 8th, 2004

Dad reports:
Tommy tried hard to stay in bed. He wallowed on the floor and read a book while I drove to school to pick up his missed assignments. I offered for him to come with me and he respectfully declined.

He is supposed to be upstairs working now. He played a harmonica loud then louder trying to engage us.

I just heard Mom tell him to get out of bed. He’s getting scolded because he has destroyed the clothing that she has worked so hard folding instead of putting them away.

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Thursday, April 8th, 2004

Dad reports this morning:
Tommy is sleeping. I will give him medicine after carpool. This will be a fighting day since I am picking up school work for him to do. Not even knowing how much it is Tommy has begun the whining “it’s toooo much. There’s nooo way I can do all that.” For all we know it is one worksheet.

Dad reports yesterday:
Tommy behaved well at the dentist. The previous visit he talked so much that they told us they’d have to stop seeing him if he could not pull it together more. This visit they reported that his teeth are is fine enough shape that they do not recommend braces. In 1991 they said he might need braces but had no idea if he could handle orthodontics. I personally remember that pleasure pain whenever my braces were adjusted. sometimes you just wanted to cry. Other times the pain was almost welcome. Regardless, it was painful and I don’t see how Tommy would have handled that. I think each appointment he would have come out screaming and slowly he would have started rebelling before we ever got to the appointments.

After the dentist we went to the mall for ice cream and Tommy, Noah, Amy and I went to the Game Board while Mom and Sarah went to buy makeup. It was a good trip and Tommy again was on great behavior.

At home Tommy and I had two problems. The first confrontation was when I demanded he not talk disrespectfully to his mother. He quickly slipped into crying and screaming. Afterwards he was coming downstairs and I was walking back from our bedroom which brought us to the same juncture and he jumped back 5 feet, whimpered and cried “you scared me” so I made him come back to talk about it since I didn’t do anything to deserve such an overreaction and that turned into screaming. The 2nd problem was his bath. When he got in he was told “be quick. Others are waiting.” 30 minutes later he is just lounging in the water completely unscrubbed. He says “I can’t find the soap” which I handed to him 30 minutes prior; he had placed it on the floor beside the tub. I offered to scrub him to which he responded with cowering and crying and verbally lost my temper with him.