An Angry Child. Some children come into this world exuberant..filled with never ending joy & laughter. Some are melancholy, so serious. Others are naturally inquisitive..filled with endless questions.Then some are Angry…just plain Angry. A hard pill to swallow, especially when their parents are the joyful type. That’s how my Michael came into the world. Angry. Low on patience, tolerance for frustration non-existent, I watched in confusion and dismay as my child grew into a person I was unfamiliar with. By age three, he was yelling out in anger, refusing to comply with basic rules, and not responding at all to tried and true parenting techniques to turn him around.
I was stymied. By age five, he was mouthy, rebellious, volatile, and had put holes in his bedroom walls more then once. He was angry. Over time, I became angry. He just was not responding to my positive influences. Over time, getting up in the morning and wondering what my day would be like became daunting. I felt like I was living in a war zone. He was breaking me. I was becoming the yelling, screaming mother that I never envisioned myself. He was winning. Coming to terms with that was humbling.
Sensory Issues. Tuesday Child, in Chicago, IL. was the first place that I gleaned hope. I learned all about Sensory Issues. I learned how children with these issues, don’t always wake up the same way we do. There moods fluctuate. They have low tolerance for frustration levels. They don’t often hit maturity milestones at the same time as their peers. …continue reading