Battle Royal

[Guest guest]

Gods, last night sucked. Triana still doesn't like therapy, and we usually have

to hold her down to get it done because no amount of distraction works more than

once, and it won't work once we get to the positional stuff. Last night was

really bad. She was fighting us really hard (she can kick really hard, too)

screaming and crying. After about half an hour of coaxing, and bribing, and

repeated attempts to make her stay on her side (pick up kid, lay on side, she

screams and sits right back up - repeat) she started getting all stiff on us,

she was so mad. I had to pick her up and put her in the shower with the cold

water running to finally shock her out of that. She had gotten so upset that

she hyperventilated. We left her in there for about a full minute, then took

her out and got the towel around her. She and I sat and rocked for about the

next half hour until she finally stopped gulping and crying. Then she and I had

a discussion about therapy. She didn't want to do the rest of it. ( " I don't

want ter-a-py anymore! I want Daddy! " ) I would tell her we had to do it, no

choice, and Daddy was the one who was going to be doing the therapy, and

couldn't come back unless we did it, and she'd start crying again. So I'd calm

her down, and we'd start the discussion again. I finally started asking her

where she wanted to do it...on Mommy's bed, in the living room, on her bed, in

the computer room. She didn't want to do it at all. After a while, she finally

said " Want do ter-a-py in my bed. " So we moved on to her room, got her

nightgown on her, and Daddy got to come back. After that, she was pretty good

about getting into the positions we wanted her in. We could just ask her to

please lay on her side, or please turn over, and she would. But oh, that was

awful.

Never thought my experiences as a kid would come in handy. When I was in the

9-14 range, I had what my mother would call fits, and what I would call rages,

every time I got spanked. I would actually get so upset that I'd blank out from

it, and not know exactly what I was doing (generally screaming, biting, clawing,

running, etc.) I generally woke up fully clothed in the shower with cold water

hitting me because it was the only way my mom could shock me out of it. It gave

my mind something physically shocking to grasp onto, rather than the totally

mindless anger and rage that was driving me. I **never** thought that that

would actually be a useful experience.

Well, gotta go. Daddy just started therapy for this morning. She's not happy

about it, again.

Shanna

mom of Triana, age 2 wcf