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1990Domer
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Perhaps, but no guarantee, addressing the issues of his eldest child may make a whole world of difference in his marriage.
Just a small personal antidote. My child was diagnosed on the autism spectrum at age 3.5. We knew there were issues beforehand, but when we heard the words, my husband’s reaction was far different than mine. I went into shock. He used logic to figure out how best to help son. I mourned. He was matter-of-fact.
However, setting up and taking my child to his therapies fell on me. Carrying out the therapists’ instructions also fell on me. My child fought me tooth and nail when I had to do therapy with him. He was also a big kid for his age (tall DH) and very strong, especially during meltdowns.
DH would come home from work and, if he observed me letting my son “off the hook” and not following the therapists’ advice consistently, he would lecture me. Well, he got an earful from me. I was angry and resentful that he didn’t appreciate how hard raising our son was. (We’ll forget the bad parenting comments I received when I had to take DS with me to a doctor’s appointment or shopping.) We had no family close to us who could help, and many of my friends deserted me because they didn’t want their kids to pick-up bad habits from my kid.
So, during those days before I was really unable to express my sadness and frustration, I didn’t find DH too attractive. I resented the fact that he was able to “get away” from the chaos of the house. As I mentioned before, we had a holy family but not a happy family.
Slowly and steadily through tedious therapies, my son thrived. Our marriage thrived. Things aren’t perfect. I am giving a talk about bullying to religious Ed instructors from 21 parishes. But, even though my son is a wonderful, loving child, he still gets hurt, he needs social skills practice, life is stressful. He’s being cyber schooled because of the bullying trauma of his sixth grade year. But having my DH on the same parenting page and listening to me vent as opposed to trying to fix me (or the situation) has made a world of difference.
God bless my MIL that she left money in a trust to DS to allow us to hire a tutor to work with him during cyber school. God bless DH for saying that this is a great use of our money. I am writing this with a huge smile as I see my son’s confidence return!
I hope some can understand how complicated family dynamics could be.
Just a small personal antidote. My child was diagnosed on the autism spectrum at age 3.5. We knew there were issues beforehand, but when we heard the words, my husband’s reaction was far different than mine. I went into shock. He used logic to figure out how best to help son. I mourned. He was matter-of-fact.
However, setting up and taking my child to his therapies fell on me. Carrying out the therapists’ instructions also fell on me. My child fought me tooth and nail when I had to do therapy with him. He was also a big kid for his age (tall DH) and very strong, especially during meltdowns.
DH would come home from work and, if he observed me letting my son “off the hook” and not following the therapists’ advice consistently, he would lecture me. Well, he got an earful from me. I was angry and resentful that he didn’t appreciate how hard raising our son was. (We’ll forget the bad parenting comments I received when I had to take DS with me to a doctor’s appointment or shopping.) We had no family close to us who could help, and many of my friends deserted me because they didn’t want their kids to pick-up bad habits from my kid.
So, during those days before I was really unable to express my sadness and frustration, I didn’t find DH too attractive. I resented the fact that he was able to “get away” from the chaos of the house. As I mentioned before, we had a holy family but not a happy family.
Slowly and steadily through tedious therapies, my son thrived. Our marriage thrived. Things aren’t perfect. I am giving a talk about bullying to religious Ed instructors from 21 parishes. But, even though my son is a wonderful, loving child, he still gets hurt, he needs social skills practice, life is stressful. He’s being cyber schooled because of the bullying trauma of his sixth grade year. But having my DH on the same parenting page and listening to me vent as opposed to trying to fix me (or the situation) has made a world of difference.
God bless my MIL that she left money in a trust to DS to allow us to hire a tutor to work with him during cyber school. God bless DH for saying that this is a great use of our money. I am writing this with a huge smile as I see my son’s confidence return!
I hope some can understand how complicated family dynamics could be.