Give me strength, or failing that, drugs, happy drugs.

I'm not sure I should even start this blog post, it is sure to be a crazy ranting of epic proportions, which is right in line with LIFE as it is, here, now.
H has always been a believer in being positive, think and ye shall be kind of person, why if you are thinking in a mean and negative way, you will BE a mean and negative person so let's not do that. Let us think in positive and helpful terms and be a helpful and positive person. Oh, how I wish I had appreciated THAT while it was around.
So, life is pretty crazy here, watching Eli and his precious way of thinking, he is still as delicious and eccentric as ever and we seem to notice every single thing he does and note it, in our heads, ready to share with doctors and pediatricians and teachers. For the record, my head is so full of quirks it has totally let go of anything remotely important, I can recall each and every quaint and touching action of Elijah's past month but don't ask me what *that* thing is called, you know that um, round thing right there ...oh you KNOW the sandwich holder, YES ! THAT! The PLATE...phew thankyou.
I have been looking for small musical instruments for primary so that we, the people running it can enjoy the melodies 30 + children form 3-11 can produce when handed such things as cricket rattles, bells, bongo drums and triangles when they are practising singing....I KNOW, darling isn't it? Would you like for me to tape that and share one day? I thought so!
So, the boys have seen me pounce on all and any such noise makers at car boot sales, on ebay etc and on wednesday, Elijah came down from his room with the most glorious look of pride and triumph on his face, holding what appeared to be a drum stick, split at one end. "Look! He said, I know you want some drum sticks and I saw this and it is a GREAT drum stick, isn't it?"
"well, yes, it is, where did you find it?" I replied, looking and trying to think where he could have found such a treasure.
"On my bed, I was lying in my bed and there are lots of THESE at the bottom, you know, where my feet go and I saw it and thought it was a great drumstick so I got it for you, you can have it...."
So, he kicked out one of the rungs at the foot of his bunk bed and really, what can I say? I love that he was falling asleep and saw that and thought of a way to please me and make himself happy but forgive me, if I don't hold out a little hope that one day, perhaps in the future not so far away, he might be bale to continue his thoughts right up the point where he thinks " Great drumstick but hey, probably best not to kick the thing out and break the bed huh?"
We have all manner of tales like that to take with us when we go to see the pediatrician in 3 weeks time, something tells me that we will have a few more by then too.
So that's Eli, Isaac has turned into some kind of loud shouting person with no filter, none at all, why let's YELL in that Robot voice about having SEX EDUCATION shall we, did you hear that? Isaac is going to LEARN ABOUT SEX!!! At SCHOOL! YES! SEX which is THE MOST EXCITING AND HILARIOUS THING AND WE MUST LET THE WORLD KNOW! OK?
He shouts whenever he is speaking to me outside the home, gone are the days when he would whisper oh so quietly, almost silently and ask me to tell people. I miss those precious days. No, now he thinks and he opens his mouth and he YELLS!!! ALL THE TIME!!!! HA! LIKE THAT! TELL JAMIE A's MUM I WANT TO GO TO HIS HOUSE! TELL HER...she is RIGHT THERE TELL HER!
Seth is a precious little ball of emotion, EMOTION ( oh look at me, am yelling, can't help it, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em) crying, stamping, door slamming emotion about everything that isn't fair, which is EVERYTHING! OK, here's an example, and it doesn't make me look good but it does show just how insane this house is and how close to a padded room and a mountain of calming drugs I am.
On ...oh who can remember? One day this week, I was buried by autism, everything I did, didn't do, thought, wanted, needed was smothered by someone else's freaky need or phobia. Add to that Sophie who at 21 is still mentally 13 in many ways and who also, is and has always been loud. She has made me proud in many ways and I am waiting for the day when she learns about money, I am waiting with baited breath and hope in my heart for the day when she says....oh hey.payday tomorrow and whaddya know I still have £50 in the bank. I am not *holding* my breath you understand because that would be foolish and detrimental to my health. I just live in hope. Until then, I live in the world where she asks, every single day to borrow money. Every, single. day. Like a dripping tap, "why though? I can pay you back in XYZ days? I need it, I want" to go to the pub with my friends, I need cigarettes, tampons, chinese food, the cinema"
Also, Sophie feels, as an adult, that she is within her rights to correct, discipline and aggravate the boys. She is not within her rights and I remind her of that very, very often.
Oh it was Tuesday, I know that because H was out, so here we are, tuesday evening, 3 boys in the bath, I say to them " I am going downstairs to get clean PJs for you, DO NOT SPLASH, I can hear you, I will be back up in a few minutes, just play nicely.
Time enough to walk down stairs, sit on the kitchen floor with the 3 piled high baskets of clean laundry and begin to sort through it for clean Jammies.
SCREAMING, oh such SCREAMING and over the screaming, fish wife of the year yelling " GET OUT!!! Get OUT OF THAT BATH! GO ON! OUT" more screaming because ITS NOT FAIR and YOU'RE NOT MY MUM! NO!!!! NO!!!! OW!!! SOPHIE" and me "SOPHIE!! Leave those boys alone LEAVE THEM ALONE!"
Then her screaming how Isaac did this and Seth did that and " YOU WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING!"
Dear Lord, someone help me.
I calmed it all down and managed to get Seth back in the bath to wash his hair, get the others downstairs and somewhat calmer, although all 3 were outraged at the unfair situation.
All of us in the front room, me surly and keeping my mouth shut, boys all sulking and a little cowed down by all the yelling and shenanigans, Sophie rattling off her bloody mouth at a rate of knots, until I said " Shut your mouth for the love of sanity shut the hell up or GO AWAY!"
to which she replied "Are you still taking your medicine because what the hell is with you today?"
And I lost it, quite spectacularly if you don't mind me saying so. I joined Sophie in the fish wives club and I said " WHAT's WRONG WITH ME??? What's wrong with me is that I have all you fucking children here driving me into an early and most welcome state of craziness.....WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME??? YOU!! that's what's wrong with me YOU!!!"
And then began Seth's woe.
He stormed out of the room and he wailed " I cannot BELIEVE you called me that! Did you actually say fucking child, did you? You did! Oh my, all I have ever wanted is a happy childhood and what did I get? I get you calling me a fucking child! A FUCKING child...ME! I never did anything to be called that, did YOUR mum call you that when you were 9 because I don't think she would have and you DID call me that and all I ever asked for was a happy childhood, I will never be happy will I? Will I? how can any child be happy when it is called such a thing?"
That child should be on the stage really. Right under my feelings of shame were tiny little sparks of joy that this was such a rare thing it had an enormous impact. It told me that despite feeling that I spend my whole life yelling and swearing like a Navvy, I must actually have quite good restraint because he was SO horrified that this word could be used in association with him that I was thrilled to know he must not be used to hearing it, go me!
That is an example of how melodramatic he is, on a daily basis. Did you know that he was incredibly happy with his life right up until Isaac was born, he had an idyllic childhood, one of story book level, until Isaac was born and then, well it went downhill, he has been miserable and ignored, shoved away from love and attention by that cuckoo in his nest that is Isaac. Did you also know that he was 11 months old when Isaac was born. Poor boy, only knowing joy until he was 11 months and then, well his life is pure hell apparently.
Isaac came home with a letter saying that he had been chosen to attend a gifted and talented day at a castle, where he will make a mask that will be hung on the wall and displayed for visitors to see. He was THRILLED at this letter and then stated that we would, of course say "thankyou very much, but no thankyou" and never mention it again. OK? Go to a strange place where people he doesn't know will be and then have to do something while they WATCH and make a fuss? Dear life if that isn't the very epitome of hell on earth!
When we read this letter we were equally thrilled and resigned to the fact that Isaac didn't want to go but we would work something out that meant he would go and enjoy it.
Seth doesn't like anyone being good at something if he thinks that someone might be bettering him at anything he will always manage to bring attention to himself by telling us that he was better at that or was higher up in the score department and of course he did the same thing on this occasion by telling us that " Actually I am gifted and talented at skipping ( never heard him mention skipping before, ever) and actually today, I was SO good at it that I had to skip in front of the WHOLE school and show them how talented I am"
*sigh*
"we mumbled something like " Yes, Seth, of course you did" and carried on with our evening.
The next day, cleaning out the school book bags, I came across a certificate of Head Teachers commendation thanking Seth for his "skillful display of skipping in front of the whole school" Whoops.
So you see the sort of life I am living, day to daily, on daily basis, every day. Every single day.
Back to my original topic, H has seemingly stopped listening to uplifting and enlightening pod casts, instead, when I go into the kitchen I have been hearing ANGRY men, SUCH angry men, blithering on about government corruption, medical bullshit and doctors who will POISIN you to make a buck, drugs with EVIL side effects that are more likely to KILL you than heal you. Yikes. When this tripe isn't playing in the kitchen it is seeping into H's brain through his ear phones, all day long, as he walks and works, as he sits and ponders, hour after hour of angry talk show hosts who have decided with what level of research who knows? that doctors, police, government and pretty much everyone really are all out to OPRESS YOU! Trying to take over every aspect of your life and FORCE you to vaccinate your children, POISIN your family with evils like flu shots and FLOURIDE in your DRINKING WATER.
I mention, every now and again how angry these people are and ask innocently where they get their facts and actually ARE they facts because ooooooohie if they don't sound like the crazies to me!
More and more H is expecting us to change our lives, no more tap water, only bottled...can you imagine what that costs for a family of 6? I even saw him using bottled water to BOIL NOODLES today. Slowly but surely the craziness if taking over and last night, it exploded a bit.
I can't be bothered to explain the whole evening but but the end of it I discovered that he has stopped taking ALL his heart meds, every single one.
I was bereft all evening because lie I don't have enough to worry about with these boys lately and now, well now I get to wonder every day if he will drop dead! Yeah! something to take my mind off the niggling worries like 3 autistic children, a daughter who seems not to be going anywhere, rats ...oh rats? Why I'd all but forgotten about that thanks to the latest insanities, actually they are dead and the smell has almost gone. How blessed I am.
I am right at the point where running away seems a great idea, in fact I came close to booking a hotel last night, just to get away but then I remembered I spent all the extra money I had put away on bottled water ,baked beans and cereal because HARD TIMES ARE COMING...are you all READY?!?!?