Some comments.
I absolutely need a therapist and I NEED to make time for one. S1 has evolved and so must I. I still hover emotionally and am on constant alert for signs of distress which, once upon a time, preceded aggressive behavior. S1 has behaviorally trained ME to be a constant, soothing, nurturing presence. Not intentionally, but years upon years of triggers (some predictable, some seemingly innocuous) followed by biting, scratching, choking… I have PTSD and at the tiniest peep of conflict btw the boys, I launch myself to where ever they are, adrenaline pumping, ready to intervene.
I’m 43 with a 8yo and a 9yo so I’m about midway through full nest parenting. I highly value all of your perspectives because parenting young kids is the only parenting I know. And for 18 months, parenting an SN child was all I knew. S1 was an intense baby, I wish I could post a photo of his bright blue-green 3mo eyes burning a hole right through you. In contrast S2 was so SWEET. He CUDDLED. He was so EASY. And S1 would bite him in the face (!), on his chubby little hands, choke hold him. It was like having toddler Hannibal Lecter loose in your home. Quiet, watchful, then one false move and STRIKE. We tried many different therapies. He remained a loaded gun of a kid.
H’s side? He would say that it was all too much. And he had a mandate to overwork because that the tenure system in academia. I worked full time but crazy hours to maximize time with the boys. I was the S1 whisperer and H (exhausted with an exhausted wife) would often exacerbate things. Then I would berate H for not just doing it my (the right) way. Of course now I look back and wish I’d done things differently, But back then, H not following my instructions meant S2 would have a chunk of skin missing from a body part. I was unforgiving. Meanwhile we are trying every therapy under the sun, I’m writing powerpoint presentations for teachers, and doing behavioral therapy workshops.
Then we hit the watershed moment of our marriage.
After the third school said TAKE YOUR CRAZY KID AND GO we discussed medicating S1 (by now about 7 or 8 and behaviorally better - but not good enough). I reluctantly sat with psychiatrists who recommended meds that would “reduce S1’s reactivity,” but was not convinced this would do anything more than sedate the kid. And THAT did not feel right. Plus S1 has strengths that I did not want to mess with, especially a voracious appetite for reading (his reading comprehension is was adult-level even then). That is when I started posting a lot here and you wonderful people suggested the Davidson forum. THOSE wonderful people pointed me to a whole universe of physical therapy that I’d never heard of and urged me to have his motor skills deeply tested. Lo and behold a full occupational therapy exam revealed S1 had the crippling motor planning deficits, problems integrating visual-vestibular information and performance anxiety. We emptied our bank account and ensured he had OT every day (one gross motor, in our home, one fine motor in a peds hospital rehab center) plus social skills training in addition to cognitive behavioral therapy. And that summer (this past summer) the aggression stopped cold. It just stopped. And then he started his new school and SHONE.
I think the whole fight over meds broke H and I from the inside. He felt that I was holding our family hostage by refusing to medicate S1. H wanted S1 to STOP IT. I wanted to SOLVE what felt like an unsolved problem. And now that we’re in a stable place, I don’t EVER want to back and am hell-bent to ensure S1 continues to make progress. I wish H shared my passion for improving S1’s prospects but his passion is for his career and running. He loves us. He loves me. But he is not willing (and possibly not capable) of THIS kind of parenting. And parenting in general does not seem to interest him (even take S2 out to the park to learn to throw a ball).
Sorry this post turned into a saga. That all just poured out. Hope it was not too incomprehensible.
The kids need me now…