Kind of a rough one yesterday. We’ve been telling Walter all week Sunday was “Deep Clean” Day and the whole place was getting decontaminated. So we tell him to clean his room on Sunday and he loses his shit. After much arguing and him yelling we all went in to his room and we directed him in what we wanted done. I realized he didn’t mind cleaning the room. He just doesn’t want to be alone. He wants me or the Dudette with him and paying full attention to him at all times. I know he is bonding but it’s getting a bit suffocating.
So I took him to a skate park yesterday one that’s a drive from the house. We didn’t take drinks and he of course got thirsty. I directed him to the drinking fountain and he order me to the corner market to buy him Gatorade. I again pointed out the fountain. This is where he got me. He says to me calmly, “I don’t even want to be with you guys. You don’t take care of me.” I’m not too proud to say I lost it a bit. I simply said, “I feed you and give you a place to live. That’s taking care of you. Skate boards, toys and parks are all extra. Don’t tell me I don’t take care of you.” He screamed at me that I was being rude. Which factually true his point was rendered irrelevant by him screaming it. I walked away and he skated off. After about 10 minutes I told him we were leaving. Dropped him off at home with the Dudette and went to a friends house to lay low. I can honestly say I don’t think I ever been that hurt or dejected in my life. I hope we can get off the eggshells soon.