BeckyScott
<font color=magenta>I am still upset that they don
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Some days you wonder why you keep trying.
This weekend is a guided turkey hunt for kids and kids with disabilities. I guess it's a really big deal. I signed both kids up for it, you know, since it said "disabilities" and since my DH is a hunter and all. And there are professional guides. And I suspected strongly that we wouldn't actually see anything or (heaven forbid) shoot anything, since a child screeching and flapping isn't exactly the way to attract a turkey. But I thought it would be a fun little adventure.
Tonight was registration and a meeting. I had to take both kids as DH was working. Took them straight from school.
Total chaos. And considering it was supposed to include kids with disabilities, well there were about 30 kids, and as far as I could tell, 4 had some sort of disability. (and I'm pretty good at spotting by now) The room was packed, there were camera people filming, it was a huge deal and also a huge mess. Most of the kids there looked like professional hunters, if that's possible when you're a kid.
First they had to sit for 20 minutes while some guy talked. Then they split into two groups, and our group was supposed to go out and practice a few rounds. It's pretty cold here today, and quite windy. By that point, DS-autism was getting pretty out-of-control, and DS-ADHD the Adderall had worn off and he became Possessed. And it was already after 5:00. After they practiced, they were supposed to go in and get their safety lesson, followed by dinner. I didn't know about dinner, and hadn't brought food for Allergy Boy, nothing there he could have eaten anyway.
There was another family with 2 boys with autism there, much more severe. Oldest DS was whining to me that the other boys were making noise and it was bothering him. I was horrified. He has a brother with autism, and there he stood acting like these other kids were a nuisance. And he wouldn't leave his brother alone. He kept telling him what to do. This is an ongoing problem we have here, he thinks he is in charge. And while we were out there, I swear I told him 15 times not to worry about his brother, that's my job, to pay attention to what he needed to listen to. We have a big attitude/defiance thing with that boy, and it's getting worse as he gets older, and it definately gets worse later in the day.
I can't take both of them anywhere by myself. I should know better. I can't control them by myself. I've tried it before, I don't know why I even bother.
We ended up just leaving right in the middle of it all, walked out. They didn't get to practice, nothing. I couldn't handle it any more. Trekked to the car and came home. Got a phone call later from the guides that were supposed to take us out tomorrow, wondering why we weren't at the meeting.
I was pretty much hysterical the whole way home. Mad, disappointed, frustrated. I thought since it was supposed to be "inclusive" we'd be okay, but I guess not. I've had the same thing happen before-- when DH had his black belt testing, you know, it was a big deal. There are lots of families and kids at those things so I thought we'd be okay. Ended up having to leave before it was DH's turn, I missed the whole thing, because both kids got so squirrely and out-of-control.
I don't know. I know my kids aren't "typical". But I also think maybe I missed the boat somewhere on parenting. They don't know how to act in public. And they don't act like that when DH is with us. So it must be me. I just wanted us to be normal, you know? I just want us to be able to do things sometimes, like a normal family. (okay, so maybe not every family goes turkey hunting, but you get the idea) I mean, that was like living in h*ll for 2 hours, both kids, non-stop, one whining that his brother is annoying him and those other kids are annoying him and he's cold and it's cold outside, and the other kid spinning his earplugs around in a circle apparantly trying to hit anyone in a 3-foot radius and the two of them fighting over a free map and did I have more potato chips and when was our turn and he touched me no he touched me first on and on and on
When we were driving back, I called DH since it was his dinner break (I know I know driving and talking on the phone...) and both kids were in the back seat completely silent because I guess it took them until that point to realize that they'd really crossed over the line, big-time, and that what they'd done was totally not acceptable.
Okay, venting done. I was going to call a friend to vent, but she's just not going to understand it the same.
This weekend is a guided turkey hunt for kids and kids with disabilities. I guess it's a really big deal. I signed both kids up for it, you know, since it said "disabilities" and since my DH is a hunter and all. And there are professional guides. And I suspected strongly that we wouldn't actually see anything or (heaven forbid) shoot anything, since a child screeching and flapping isn't exactly the way to attract a turkey. But I thought it would be a fun little adventure.
Tonight was registration and a meeting. I had to take both kids as DH was working. Took them straight from school.
Total chaos. And considering it was supposed to include kids with disabilities, well there were about 30 kids, and as far as I could tell, 4 had some sort of disability. (and I'm pretty good at spotting by now) The room was packed, there were camera people filming, it was a huge deal and also a huge mess. Most of the kids there looked like professional hunters, if that's possible when you're a kid.
First they had to sit for 20 minutes while some guy talked. Then they split into two groups, and our group was supposed to go out and practice a few rounds. It's pretty cold here today, and quite windy. By that point, DS-autism was getting pretty out-of-control, and DS-ADHD the Adderall had worn off and he became Possessed. And it was already after 5:00. After they practiced, they were supposed to go in and get their safety lesson, followed by dinner. I didn't know about dinner, and hadn't brought food for Allergy Boy, nothing there he could have eaten anyway.
There was another family with 2 boys with autism there, much more severe. Oldest DS was whining to me that the other boys were making noise and it was bothering him. I was horrified. He has a brother with autism, and there he stood acting like these other kids were a nuisance. And he wouldn't leave his brother alone. He kept telling him what to do. This is an ongoing problem we have here, he thinks he is in charge. And while we were out there, I swear I told him 15 times not to worry about his brother, that's my job, to pay attention to what he needed to listen to. We have a big attitude/defiance thing with that boy, and it's getting worse as he gets older, and it definately gets worse later in the day.
I can't take both of them anywhere by myself. I should know better. I can't control them by myself. I've tried it before, I don't know why I even bother.
We ended up just leaving right in the middle of it all, walked out. They didn't get to practice, nothing. I couldn't handle it any more. Trekked to the car and came home. Got a phone call later from the guides that were supposed to take us out tomorrow, wondering why we weren't at the meeting.
I was pretty much hysterical the whole way home. Mad, disappointed, frustrated. I thought since it was supposed to be "inclusive" we'd be okay, but I guess not. I've had the same thing happen before-- when DH had his black belt testing, you know, it was a big deal. There are lots of families and kids at those things so I thought we'd be okay. Ended up having to leave before it was DH's turn, I missed the whole thing, because both kids got so squirrely and out-of-control.
I don't know. I know my kids aren't "typical". But I also think maybe I missed the boat somewhere on parenting. They don't know how to act in public. And they don't act like that when DH is with us. So it must be me. I just wanted us to be normal, you know? I just want us to be able to do things sometimes, like a normal family. (okay, so maybe not every family goes turkey hunting, but you get the idea) I mean, that was like living in h*ll for 2 hours, both kids, non-stop, one whining that his brother is annoying him and those other kids are annoying him and he's cold and it's cold outside, and the other kid spinning his earplugs around in a circle apparantly trying to hit anyone in a 3-foot radius and the two of them fighting over a free map and did I have more potato chips and when was our turn and he touched me no he touched me first on and on and on

Okay, venting done. I was going to call a friend to vent, but she's just not going to understand it the same.