The first weekend
after therapy starts out okay. My husband is away and my daughter and I have
made a plan of the tasks we will get done. It's Saturday and I am teach in the
morning. The first task is for her to come to the studio with her little
brother and me. It is a hard one for her because there are lots of kids there
on Saturdays. She manages well. We spend the rest of the afternoon at home
catching up on some school work and our other task of looking at photos of
vomit online.
Sunday, our task is to go to the mall. The outdoor mall, since the indoor one is out of the question for now. In addition to buying prizes for a reward system, our tasks are to get there, go into the bathroom and just use the sink to rinse hands, and also open the doors of the stores we will visit. As soon as we enter the parking lot, she has a stomach ache and wants to go home. I tell her we will go home as soon as we get our tasks done.
Sunday, our task is to go to the mall. The outdoor mall, since the indoor one is out of the question for now. In addition to buying prizes for a reward system, our tasks are to get there, go into the bathroom and just use the sink to rinse hands, and also open the doors of the stores we will visit. As soon as we enter the parking lot, she has a stomach ache and wants to go home. I tell her we will go home as soon as we get our tasks done.
We head to the
bathroom for our first task. She wants no part of it and I have to give her a
gentle push in. She sticks one hand under the faucet quickly and I have to
coach her to use both hands. She does and then frantically gets out of the
bathroom using her shirt to open the door before my son and I are finished. She
waits outside for us. We get everything done and we head home.
Once home, I have her wait about 15 minutes before she is allowed to shower. She washes her hands a lot while waiting. They are so red and I am sad to even look at them. We spend the rest of the day at home and set up a box with her new prizes of nail polish and earrings and all sorts of other fun things we found. We have plans to watch some Harry Potter after my son goes to bed.
I put him to bed while she showers. Her second shower of the day. This shower before bed is her one ritual that she has kept for the past 2 years and I don't mess with it. I have tried before. Anyway, she is out of the shower and I braid her hair. We set up the movie and suddenly she needs to wash her hands again. I tell her she can rinse them with water, but no soap. She is starting to panic and I take the soap away. Now I have a battle on my hands. She sits on the couch yelling that she NEEDS to wash her hands.
She then goes to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and the cabinet open. She comes out and says she didn't wash. I go into the bathroom and I see a wet cabinet handle that I open to find a wet container of soap that was under the sink. I ask her if she used it and she says no. I point out the obvious and she still denies. She sits on the couch and looks at me with her evil eyes and her arms crossed. She is yelling that she hates me and she hates Dr. G and she is never going back. I ask her to quiet down because her brother is sleeping. She gets louder and is saying really mean things to me. I am trying to ignore as I am supposed to do and she keeps it up. My blood pressure is rising and my hands are shaking. I ask her again to be quiet and she doesn't. I ask her to go to her room and she won’t. I don't know what to do! I stand up and walk towards her. She gets up and I slap her on the bum pretty hard. She still doesn't go to her room, so I turn off the lights and the TV, say goodnight and I go to my room and lock my door. I lost my temper again. Ugh. She comes to my door a few minutes later and apologizes and admits to lying. We hug and go back to the couch to watch a bit of the movie and then go to bed.
Once home, I have her wait about 15 minutes before she is allowed to shower. She washes her hands a lot while waiting. They are so red and I am sad to even look at them. We spend the rest of the day at home and set up a box with her new prizes of nail polish and earrings and all sorts of other fun things we found. We have plans to watch some Harry Potter after my son goes to bed.
I put him to bed while she showers. Her second shower of the day. This shower before bed is her one ritual that she has kept for the past 2 years and I don't mess with it. I have tried before. Anyway, she is out of the shower and I braid her hair. We set up the movie and suddenly she needs to wash her hands again. I tell her she can rinse them with water, but no soap. She is starting to panic and I take the soap away. Now I have a battle on my hands. She sits on the couch yelling that she NEEDS to wash her hands.
She then goes to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and the cabinet open. She comes out and says she didn't wash. I go into the bathroom and I see a wet cabinet handle that I open to find a wet container of soap that was under the sink. I ask her if she used it and she says no. I point out the obvious and she still denies. She sits on the couch and looks at me with her evil eyes and her arms crossed. She is yelling that she hates me and she hates Dr. G and she is never going back. I ask her to quiet down because her brother is sleeping. She gets louder and is saying really mean things to me. I am trying to ignore as I am supposed to do and she keeps it up. My blood pressure is rising and my hands are shaking. I ask her again to be quiet and she doesn't. I ask her to go to her room and she won’t. I don't know what to do! I stand up and walk towards her. She gets up and I slap her on the bum pretty hard. She still doesn't go to her room, so I turn off the lights and the TV, say goodnight and I go to my room and lock my door. I lost my temper again. Ugh. She comes to my door a few minutes later and apologizes and admits to lying. We hug and go back to the couch to watch a bit of the movie and then go to bed.
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