My 29 year old son called yesterday. He was manic and made little sense.
Hope had a bad day in school, but came home and had a good a good afternoon and evening.
GB came off the bus with her lip bleeding. It bled through paper towels, tissues, and a face cloth with ice. By the time it stopped, GB was on another planet dysregulated… nasty, throwing things, paranoid.
GB self-regulated by putting her weighted vest on, going to her room and listening to her ipod. When she was regulated, she came down and give individual apologies to each person she had been nasty to, including Hope.
After she was regulated, GB managed to do her homework without any intervention.
Hope had a hard morning today… she wouldn’t dress until I told her I was driving them to school today and if she wanted to go in her birthday suit, I was okay with that. She didn’t know what a birthday suit was, but after I explained she got dressed quickly.
This morning’s conclusion: The most important thing you can teach your child is how to manage their disabilities/mental illness. I wish I had known that when J was growing up.