Here's what I just sent to Nat's team. This happened just now:
Hi --
FYI, We just had a pretty intense outburst here, right as Nat got off the bus. I don't know what caused it; I guess because there were dishes in the sink. (?) Of course I immediately felt like I had to clean out the sink and empty the dishwasher, to keep the peace. So of course, I just reinforced his intimidating behavior.
Ben has a friend over, too. Nat was escalating, muffling screams and biting his arm, so I had to tell Ben and his friend to go upstairs to eat their snacks, which I never do, in order to clear the room.
I don't know how many times I reset the timer to get Nat to calm down. He was throwing things in the livingroom and playroom. He threw a water bottle at me.
I managed not to get hurt, though. No one els got hurt, except for Nat, of course -- his bitten arm. I gave him his afternoon pills and also a Klonipin, which is what we use for last resorts. I feel utterly beaten down and angry. I see that we are making the right move, when it gets like this. I cannot teach him anything new, I cannot make any demands on him. I forget how it can be. And I was feeling so bad about it, all day today. But now --
I can't believe this is that sweet boy of mine. I am trying not to cry because all the kids are here.
Sue