
I worked for the first 2 years of my oldest child's life. I quit only after I had my second child and could not find an opening for my son in any daycare. He had stayed with my mom from 6 weeks old up until I quit. It was only then when I was at home with him 5 days a week that I started to notice things about him. He threw huge temper tantrums that sometimes took over an hour to get over. He hated going to church and would crawl under the tables and hide.
I started to go to a women's bible study, not for my spiritual growth but as a place of refuge. I never fully invested myself in any of them, I just needed somewhere for him to go so I could get a break from him. Through the next 3 years I pulled away from my child slowly but surely. His behavior only got worse the more I tried to discipline him the angrier he got. I did not want to be around him.
At age 4 he was diagnosed with ADHD and we put him on medicine out of desperation. I was 8 months pregnant with our third child and he had started hitting and kicking me. He had fits of rage towards me and his little sister. I was scared for the baby and what he might decided to do to him. This little boy was also the sweetest kid you could meet too. He loved being affectionate and it made me cringe. As a mother, I did not want to feel this way but I was always mad at him. He was in trouble constantly and was worse then my 2 year old. He could not even go to the bathroom to wash his hands without pouring out all the soap or stopping up the sink. By this time, I had a 5 year, old 3 year old, and 1 year old.
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