I looked back and must not have posted about the secretary. Michael is required to take both his anti psychotic med and anti anxiety med before he comes home from school. I can't force it down his throat b/c he is already heading off to "I hate Mommyland" when he steps off the bus. I went through all the trouble of getting additional bottles that specified the time. The woman gave me grief every step of the way. I had 2 separate forms filled out b/c there were 2 meds. She only gave him 1 of the meds for 2 weeks. We were baffled at why he was still struggling so much. I asked him daily if he had taken his meds and he always said he was. One afternoon I asked if he was taking both and quickly realized what the issue was. I contacted the school and explained the problem. She became defensive and explained I had written the wrong grade on the paper so she thought it was a different kid. We have a unique last name, it is not Jones, Smith, or Jackson. She has been told, in front of me, I am the mother of all the De***** kids. I wasn't mad, though. I asked her to hunt him down if necessary but he needs his meds before he leaves every day or he is violent towards me and the kids when he comes home.
A few days later, I was in the office and she told me how he always takes his meds with a smile. She has no problem with him. Now if some of you are beginning to boil, it's b/c this crap has happened to you. People think they can fix your kids. I took in a very deep breath and forced myself to smile. I, once again, explained that he is a very complex child and can be wonderful one minute and violent without reason the next. I understand they don't see that at the school but it is b/c he doesn't feel safe enough to be himself. He is mentally ill not poorly behaved. He uses his manners here at school and holds himself together. All his previous abuse had happened at home and at his parents hands so he becomes very agitated there. He lets out his anger towards them on me and tries to recreate that chaos with us.
She acted like she understood but having gone through this so many times, I knew better. She asked permission to talk to him about his behavior. I smiled and encouraged her. Then I said, "You know, I am going to be very angry if it turns out that I have spent 3 years in intensive therapy with him if all he needed was a good talking to by the school secretary." I tried to sound as sincere as I could. She smiled and kinda laughed.
Later, Michael came home to tell me that she promised him a surprise if he didn't hit me for a week. He went on and on about how he was going to do it. In all honesty, it pissed me off. Do it for the surprise? Why not for me? Don't I deserve to live in a home that doesn't require I protect myself from my son? All her talking did nothing. He attacked me with all his might last night. So much for a surprise, huh? At least I know now that bribing wouldn't have worked anyway.