I'm pissed. And I don't know what I should do.
First:
I'm certainly no expert, but I'm going to echo what's already been suggested - get thyself a lawyer. None of this sounds like it was handled right to me and NO ONE likes dealing with lawyers, which will be in your favor.
It's nowhere near the same extent, but the bullying has started with Leo at school, too. You know he's little and has those gorgeous eyes - some jerky older kid's been calling him Tinkerbell. Leo doesn't seem too bothered by it, so we're just going with a "ignore the kid and tell a teacher if he won't stop" approach, but I figure it's only a matter of time before a bigger bully gets on him.
My training is from 5th to 9th December in WDW

Can I come visit you over the weekend?!?!
We are in WDW from Nov. 26 - Dec. 6!
Oooo, we could make it an officialish meet!
Dawn and Katt - get to your Dr.s!
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It was a helluva night around here. Backing up a bit, Leo's been having some problems adjusting to his new school. Academically, he's fine, but he's gotten in trouble a few times for not paying attention and being noisy in class. Apparently he hums/sings/talks to himself when he's supposed to be quiet. If he has to be reminded too many times to be quiet or pay attention, he has to move his behavior marker down and has gotten down to the lowest point a few days. He was very, very disappointed - this is a kid who thrives on positive reinforcement and loves doing a good job, so to be publicly reprimanded made him feel horrible.
Problem is, he has no idea he's even making noise. In his old school, where he was for the past 3 years, the rooms were open and noisy and kids selected their own work to do. Leo doesn't handle a lot of noise and activity well, so I think he developed this manner of singing/humming/talking to himself to block out the noise around him and focus. Now it's just habit.
I got the idea for a visual and made him a "Quiet Bracelet" to wear at school; each time he sees it, he's reminded to stay quiet. It seems to be working - he's had a bunch of really good days this week! Yesterday, he even reached Super.
But at home, it was horrendous. He just couldn't focus, couldn't remember anything, lost his homework, lied to me... all typical of a tired, cold-ridden 6 year old. But I've hit my limits, too. Between work, school and home crap, my brain was already full and overwhelmed - add in trying to "fix" my baby for his new school and I hit overload a few weeks ago. Last weekend at WDW was meant to give me a break, but the behavior of my mother and child was so awful, it just made things worse. I feel apart last night - just cried non-stop until I fell asleep. Which is good, actually, and what I needed - to let it out. I don't think I've cried more than a couple handful of times since my ex left - I just don't have time.
Unfortunately, my mother doesn't understand my need to release through tears and involved herself. She likes to analyze. All I needed was to be left alone, or maybe given a hug and a "Poor baby." What I got was a run-down of all the reasons Leo's having a hard time. At some point I just said "Stop! I don't need to hear all the reasons, I KNOW! What I need is fixes - if you've got something I can do to FIX the situation then tell me, otherwise I need you to stop." She also pointed out how much I have on my plate (as if I don't KNOW that too) and asked what she can do to help. Nothing; unless she wants to go to work in my place or take my classes for me, there isn't anything she can
do for me, though I appreciate the offer. Oh, but she thinks she can - "I can do more to take care of Leo - let me help with that."
That sent me over the edge. Every single night, Leo wants not me but Gramma to help him get ready for bed and do reading. I won't lie - it breaks my heart. I get so precious little time to parent him between work and the time he spends with his dad; I hate missing out on any of it. Caring for my baby is the ONE thing I want
more time to do, not less. All of which I explained to my mother, while sobbing, and.... she got mad.
None of this is new, BTW. Typical of our relationship, all of it. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a passionate person - I care deeply and things affect me hard. When good things happen, I'm overjoyed; when I see sadness or injustice, I cry. That's just who I am. My mother is the opposite. So when I get upset or sad about things, she gets mad. When I'm excited and happy about things, she makes me feel bad about it.
Sorry - that was quite a ramble. I guess I'm still getting things out of my system. This grown-up stuff is freaking HARD. Makes me want to run away and follow the Dead again...