Patches went off today and hit her brother b/c she was mad at Ava. Made perfect sense to me, too. She threw her glasses at Cyr, screamed she hated me at least 10 times, being the equal opportunist she is she announced she hated all of us individually, threw some toys, and finally refused to leave the playroom and began swinging at me. I had to get her on the floor quickly and managed to do so w/o hurting anyone. I had to hold her for almost an hour so my muscles were shot this evening when Ruthie decided it was her turn.
Keep in mind I haven't slept well lately, I had to hold an extremely strong child for quite a while earlier, and I went swimming for 2 hours this afternoon. I was in no shape for Ruthie at bedtime when she refused to pick up her stuff. I asked her to step out of the room and go downstairs with me for a bit. Perhaps she heard, "I am going to kill you now" or "I think you should die" b/c she went off like I said just those things. I was taken back b/c I fully expected she would head down the stairs to sit for a few minutes before heading back up to finish. She attacked me, I picked her up under her arms and carried her downstairs. She kicked me and the walls the entire way down. I put her a few feet from the computer to sit on the floor. She continued acting like she was going to be murdered and had to fend for her life. I was baffled and eventually had to restrain her. The bad part was I was so weak that I couldn't. She is the tiniest 9 yr old I have ever seen and have always been able to properly restrain her w/o so much as a real struggle from my part. I couldn't hold her. My DH stays back b/c he doesn't know how and is afraid he will scare them, I always have things under control and this should have been no different. Realizing I had no strength or that she had become super human, I changed strategies when she screamed she "hates it here and we are mean to kids". I moved and offered her the door. I had to get out of the room and pointed to my DH to take over. He yelled at her and she panicked, didn't move a muscle for a few minutes.
Meanwhile, I was panicked b/c I was hyperventillating. I have never done that. I felt high and couldn;t catch my breath. I began to get scared and didn;t care what the hell she was up to. I couldn't speak. I was shaking so hard and sweating. I still feel weird and it has been a while. He helped calm me and I was able to deal with her consequence of cleaning the playroom after sitting long enough that I knew she was back to herself. You never realized how important it is to properly restrain to maintain control and safety until you can't.
(I am feeling all fuzzy and weird so I am not sure how well I described this and will double check it later.)