I was screaming at my son today. He did not do anything wrong. He just did not know the answer. I was tired. This is not an excuse; just the fact. I did not want to study with Robert, but he kept asking, “Work, work, work.” So I forced myself to work with him. As he kept making mistakes, I became mad at his school. I was mad at his teachers and the administrators. But I screamed at Robert. He tried to be calm, but he felt hurt. He was hurt.
I was mad at his teacher, his speech therapist, the administration and the members of the school committee. I was mad at everybody. I was mad at myself. I don’t know of one thing my son learned this year at school. I got so-called “progress reports” but couldn’t find any sign of progress. I was mad at the situation I was not able to rectify. Still, I screamed at Robert.
I am a damaged human being. I become a bad mother and a terrible teacher. Dealing with the school during last four years took its toll.
Now, I am the person, who hurts Robert by screaming at him.
I don’t know where to go from here.
I cannot teach my son if I scream at him.
Maybe,because of his OCD, he wants to keep the same pattern of the day and that includes learning with me. Maybe he knows that if I won’t teach him, nobody else will. Anyway, he insists on learning together. I am afraid to continue our evening sessions.
I screamed at my son and I don’t know how to go past that.
I shorten this post today. In the first version I vented my frustration and went overboard with my anger at school. I was petrified by my screaming at Robert. I considered removing that post entirely, but I decided to leave it here as an example of the damage caused by four years of incessant efforts to assure proper education. I have to say, that the worst year was four years ago, and I still am not able to address it. It also has to be said, that every year was a little better than the previous one. The constant vigilance, however, came at a price. The price is that, for the last six months, I was not able to have calm, professional contacts with school and that had to have a negative effect on Robert.
NJ
/ June 15, 2013Please know that I will be thinking about you and praying for you. I understand how hard it can get. My son has autism too and I have often cried. I don’t know what to say to comfort you except – hugs.