After Brendan's CST session, we went to Target and came straight home. Brendan checked the mailbox (hoping for a Barney video), but instead he received a letter from Barney(aka, Mom). [Note: Yesterday, Brendan wanted to buy another Barney video off of ebay, but I told him he would need to apologize to Barney first and ask him if he will let him have more videos. I pretended to mail the letter.] So, Brendan looked happy to see a letter from Barney (Barneys head was on it, that's how he knew who it was from). He dashed inside, I ran out to grab my purse out of the car and shut the doors when I heard him breaking something.....well he found a Barney video I had stashed in the corner in my work bag, and smashed it to pieces. I was so disappointed. I had him clean it up and then I read Barney's letter to him which said, "yes Brendan, you can buy another video, but please don't break them anymore."
Well, he did not get to order one since he already broke one.
I know breaking CDs, DVDs, VHS tapes are partly an OCD thing because he gets such a 'relief' after he does it. We are working with a Behavioral therapist to try to extinguish this behavior.
He was mostly okay for an hour while I visited with a friend of our family (one of Brendan's old therapist). After she left, we made brownies, cupcakes and enchilada pie. But it was around 5pm that he started crying. He cried (sobbed) for an hour. I asked him what was wrong. He grabbed his communication binder and pointed to the picture 'sad'. I tried to figure out what was making him said, but he couldn't tell/show me.
After he stopped crying, he started pestering me again to order a Barney video, but I told him 'No' because he had broken one already. His badgering went on for an hour until his Dad got home. By then I was exhausted so his Dad gave him a bath. Then Brendan had one of the biggest poops we have ever seen (took three flushes). He had a cupcake (likes to light a candle and have us sing Happy Birthday to him). Then he was back to badgering me again about the video. I finally told him it is time for bed. He went upstairs protesting and sat mad on his bed. Then he said, 'Bed' 'Dad'. I said, 'do you want Dad to get you to bed?" and he said 'yes'. So, I am here typing on our blog and Dad is getting Brendan to sleep.
Don't know if it was the redose of the remedy or the Barney drama. My guess is the latter. We'll see. I HOPE he wakes up in a good mood tomorrow.
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