It stared simple enough...we had plans to attend a Memorial Day cookout at a friends house. M was up for it...even asked if there would be watermelon there and we said we'd bring some. Then when it came time to go, he didn't want to put his clothes on. I even had already picked out his clothes for him and brought them up and put them on the couch for him an hour earlier. Life had gone his way today...he got his earned Harry Potter computer game this morning, he got to play messy Moon Sand and get it all over the dining room (I cringe in the inside), and yes there would be watermelon to eat at the cookout! Why wouldn't he want to go? I even told him he could go in his pajamas if he wanted to! Segway into MELTDOWN.
M proceeded to start shoving the dining room table towards the fish tank and after I blocked the path, dh brought him up to his room when he wouldn't stop and be safe. From there, he went into TOTAL MELTDOWN, of which I have yet to survey the damage, but from the sounds of it, collateral damage is pretty substantial. He was chanting phrases such as "I have my life" "It's not fair" and "Everybody hates me so I hate everybody!" Wow. Where did THAT come from? All we did was offer to take him to a cookout! Now he's in the living room with me chanting "NO ONE GIVES ME A CHANCE!" A chance to do what, he refuses to elaborate. I'm totally clueless as to where this is coming from. There's nothing this child didn't get, nothing we took away from him, no "chances" he wasn't given...so apparently he's somewhere else in his head than we are in body.
Apparently the increased dose of Seroquel isn't doing much for us, because this came WAY out of left field. While our other meltdowns last week were well provoked by new events and anxiety caused by them, I can't find basis for this. None at all.
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