On another note...inclusion...leaves me with a broken heart anyway.
We also had a birthday party to attend this afternoon for my step-sister's daughter. She's 6 now, so it was the first "organised party", other than just a birthday tea with family. We were kind of not invited to the main party (roller skates), but welcome for lunch and party games after the skating/disco.
We get there, kids happy to see my dad, but I've always felt like they are given the short end of the stick with regards to his time spent with them compared to the other grandkids. It's always hurt me, but whatever. Since most of the kids were probably 5-7, Katie was wandering around not really being included and not really touching her food, but she was happyish playing with the balloons. Ben was just happy to eat ;-).
The main point of this is Jack. He was not handling it well at all. First off, he can't eat so he's the only one at the side of the room when they're all having fun and eating, so I pulled him up to the table next to Katie. He's happy for a minute then starts getting upset when they move the tables to make space for the games. He's crying and I can't figure out what he wants, some of the kids are looking at him. I put him on the floor with them - "NO!", try to cuddle him "NO!", go outside "yes", then 2 seconds later "NO!" and he's trying to push me away and jump out of my arms all this time.
I took him back in and again he starts getting upset and motioning at the chairs. Does he want to sit at the table? "yes". Take him over there "NO!". Finally figure out he wants to sit at the table where the food is, even though there is no-one else there any more, he's happy. Again, for 2 minutes. It was like he's watching everything that's going on around him, knew he couldn't join in and just didn't want to be there. Not as in "not allowed" to play, because I sat with him to do pass the parcel, etc, but he KNOWS he is different and he physically cannot do what he wants to do, which is what all the other kids were doing without a second thought.
I sat to the side while Tony went for a walk with him and just wanted to cry. My dad was sitting next to me and I couldn't even say "dad, this is so hard, I really hurt". I really wanted to cry for my child who could not find enjoyment in a birthday party because he is overwhelmed, things were going to fast for him, he couldn't participate and I couldn't work out what to do to help him. It is times like these where I wonder what will happen in the future for him. Where the tiny things we take so much for granted are such huge obstacles for him. I get angry at his behaviour, in general when out and at home, I try to be understanding, but I just end up frustrated. I can't teach him how to act, I just can't get through to him. We have not been able to find one single thing to make him feel safe, or counter whatever it is that is triggering him and I just can't tune the shouting/crying out, it grates right through me... and then Katie and Ben copy his noises, argh.
I see very obvious terrible twos behaviour (over the past month or so) which is not the issue. It's the mix with the other behaviour that has been going on for 3 *years* in October. I just can't take it any more. He's like two different children and when he is happy, it still breaks my heart because I see the boy he could be if we could just figure it all out.
Hence why we hardly ever do anything as a family. Do you know how difficult that is? This is our reality. These are the most special years of a child's life and we can't ever get these moments back. For Jack, Katie and Ben. We're stuck between a rock and a hard place. We have to keep exposing him to outings and different situations otherwise it would just be worse, but that time is miserable for everyone. Or, we leave him behind. And I die a little further inside because I feel our family is being broken up.
Please, let his physio get him a walker for home soon. Maybe he would feel like he has the tiniest bit of control in his life. He knows *inside*. I know he knows. Cognitively, he is doing very well, but his communication and his body lets him down and he is going crazy, he must feel trapped. So, I feel awful for him and what he goes through, yet utter frustration at him at the same time. And then when he sleeps, the guilt comes every night for feeling the way I do.