I know it sounds like a horror story, it was of sorts.
Kole was scheduled for his brain and optic nerve MRI today at 1145. I think great well be out of there after his sedation wears off by 330 latest , then we can come home eat dinner and go trick or treating. Well they didnt get him sedated until 130 pm, then they kicked me out to the waiting area. At 4 I went back there and was told they had problems fitting him into the machine. OMG I told them his weight when they interviewed me on the phone. They finally paged me at 445 pm. Good thing I bought him dinner because we were cutting it close for trick or treating. I told the nurse who was recovering him he wanted to trick or treat and she said it isnt happening tonight. Oh no I thought, 59$ on a costume, and an excited autistic son. By the time he started waking up it was 515. The first thing I told him was we werent going to be able to go trick or treating.
"NO" he howled like a 5 year old. "I want to go trick or treating". Repeated every four seconds.
I suggested that we got to the store and buy him some candy. He seemed ok with that and said four bags. I said ok and thought it was over. Believe me it wasnt.
Once he got into the wheel chair he started perseverating on trick or treating again. Constantly whining and saying he wanted to go trick or treating and ho I promised him. OK I have raised a 16 year old Autisitc boy since birth and I know better than to promise anything. I know for a fact that I didnt promise him. As we get closer to the house and giant foods for the four bags of candy he gets more and more combative, hitting the window of the car to get his point across that I promised him. I hate you he said, I want to go live with my dad. (Just what I dont want to hear) He hits me as the light turns green, I tell him if you keep hitting me we arent getting your candy. We get to the store parking lot and he announces that hes walking home. I told him we are going in to the store. He gets out and slams his door.
I calm down and get out of the car, while he is kicking and hitting me while we are walking into the store. I am thinking I thought he grew out of this. He is pulling my hair now, I am correcting him no hitting, no kicking people are staring. I wish they would help me at this point. I even try to talk to a police man who ignores me to see to a child in costume. Can't you see hes hitting me? Why cant the police be trained?
We get int he store and Kole announces he is running away, I told him fine no candy and I walked away around the other side of the store. I met him in the candy aisle as he was making his four choices. He hands me the basket and tells me to hold it I tell him its his candy he has to hold it. I am still shocked because of his behavior. He chooses 6 bags, I tell him to take two out. He finally decides on four and then hits me upside the head. Will it ever stop?
We go to the register and he remembers he wanted a drink and heads off to the soda aisle. As I am scanning the first bag he walks up carrying two bottles of bubblegum soda and a bag of candy. I tell him to put one jug and the candy away and tell him to bag the candy. He is still telling me he hates me.
We walk out as he is telling me how much he hates me for not going trick or treating.
We get to the car and he starts hitting the window again, We finally get home and he grabs my phone and throws it up against the apartment house. Great I think just what I need a broken phone.
I pick up the phone and he grabs it and throws it under my car. I grab the candy from him and pick up what I can see of my phone and march inside with him hitting and kicking me because he wants HIS candy now.
We get inside and I have my older son go look for my battery meanwhile Kole gets the idea of going after a knife (something he hasnt done since two years ago). He throws it down the hall at his brother. I have had it now and tell Kodi to call the cops. Meanwhile I am trying to get his meds together so hopefully they will take effect soon so he will be out with the residual sedation. He continues to hit me and swings at me with his glass bottle. I call the cops, who transfer me twice (Really?) Then Kole goes out to the deck and curls up in a ball.
The cops show up and ask if hes taken his meds and I told them if I could get them in him hed calm down in 15 minutes of so. At this time Kole is hiding under his blanket and talking like a five year old, whining, "no no no."
The police ask me if I want them to move him inside because it is cold outside. I said yes but try not to hurt him and do it gently. They pick him up and he willingly walks inside. Then he takes his meds. By now he is deescalating and wants to show the police his candy. He even offers the police some pieces of candy. We close the night with him walking down the hall to his bedroom at 715.
Such is part two of our Halloween night. Definately not what I or Kole wanted.
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