Our Aspergers Teenage Boy

Dad reports:
Tommy is over the top trying to get attention or get on people’s nerves right now.

He is primarily just making loud noises like:
Woosh! Whishh!
Nayang Nayang yang yang yang

And so forth over and over and over.

Dad reports:
Tommy held it together pretty well yesterday that is until I came home and lambasted everyone because the dog had a powerful accident in the bathroom. I guess I can’t say that I haven’t yelled at Tommy anymore. Even after my explosion Tommy was being sweet offering to spend his Christmas money on the family instead of himself.

Don’t get me wrong. He is still having nasty outbursts but they are brief and less frequent.

The grandparents gave a good suggestion. We all treat Tommy like the 14 ear old that he is. We give him 14 year old expectations and responsibilities. Perhaps we should be treating him more like a kindergardener which more aptly matches his mentality. If so, we must be selective in how we do it because one of Tommy’s favorite yells is “I’m not a baby! Stop treating me like a baby!”

Mom reports: Tommy breaks my heart. He is so angry and unhappy that I want to feel sorry for him and try everything to make him happy. But, then he screams words of venom and hate at those who love him and I want to lock him in a dungeon so he won’t hurt his siblings. Doug is bending over backwards not to yell at Tommy and Tommy responds with the most hateful words I’ve ever heard at a full volume scream. Everyone was so happy and calm when he was gone. Now Noah and Amy are crying because of Tommy’s antics and I feel physically sick.

Dad reports:
Yesterday Tommy was possessed. He was wonderful! His siblings were great. We had a most magical Christmas.

Of course, 14-18 hours of playing Nintendo DS has made Tommy a crank pot and a half today but we expected as much. We won’t let his bad mood today tarnish yesterdays wonder!

Dad reports:
Tommy on several occasions today has gotten angry with the toddler and tattled on the 2 year old.

Dad reports:
Tommy cannot say a kind word to save his life right now. Every absolute breath from his mouth is full of negativity, hate and anger. You look at him and he jolts his head and shoots fire at you from his eyes. He growls, grumps and stomps. You touch him and he yells that you’ve hit him.

I think he is trying to get us to hate him or he is trying to convince himself that we hate him.

We should have left him in Boston until after Christmas.

Dad reports:
Tommy no es aqui. Checked out. Gone through the looking glass. Left the path. Visiting Bugs N Daffy.

Most ironic words from Tommy’s mouth “Why won’t you be reasonable!”

I wish we could help him. Calls into doctors.

Dad reports:
First fit!

Dad reports this morning:
Mom reports on Tommy’s plane flight.

It will take time to learn the details of the trip. Bio-dad’s girlfriend refused to wash Tommy’s clothes or his dishes. Tommy was expected to do his own but apparently bio-dad stepped in to do them for Tommy. The trip was filled with yelling (not just at Tommy) and Tommy describes the girlfriend as “moody”.

Yesterday Tommy began the day with griping, complaining and snapping at me as I gave him his medicine. He’s been reduced to simply 60mg of Geodon now. This is the least medicine I’ve ever seen him on! He spent all day yesterday fighting with his sister and yelling at his mother. Fortunately I was at the office. 3 times his mother asked him to leave the house and he flat out said, “no. You can’t make me.” Dire consequences have to be instituted for such behavior. I explained to Tommy that I will remove everything from his room but his bed and clothing if he doesn’t obey his mother. I can follow-thru with that.

Tommy and his sister got physical with pinching and shoving. I think she is angry that he is back. She was the antagonist as much as Tommy was.

Let’s see how today goes.

Dad reports:
So I asked Sarah this morning “do you miss Tommy?” and she pauses then says “um, yes.” I replied, “truth!” She said, “no, I don’t miss him.” I asked, “what’s different?” She said, “it’s quiet.” I smile, “He doesn’t shut up does he?” She says emphatically “never!” I asked, “Do you think he is having a good time?” She replies, “yes.” “Do you think he is getting yelled at?” Without pause she says, “a lot.”