waywardclam
02-18-04, 08:29 AM
My boy is driving me up the wall.
There are days when he can't seem to accept my authority.
Days when he can't seem to realize that I am furious and he should tread lightly around me.
Days when I have to rein in my anger because if I did what I felt like I would lay a beating on my own son.
Days when I shout at him or say things I regret saying.
Days when no matter how mad I am, no matter how upset he is, no matter how many punishments I have already applied to him and no matter what punishment I am threatening him with, he still automatically contradicts me.
Example: this morning I told him to get dressed. He demanded my help finding clothes. I told him I would help him, but I was not going to do it FOR him. Essentially I was unwilling to wander around searching for clean clothes for him while he sat on the couch staring at me.
Me: I will help you. I will not do it FOR you. You have to do some of it yourself.
Him: I don't know where any clothes are.
Me: That's why I said you have to look for them. You don't have to look for things when you already know where they are.
This is something we have had serious issues with before... he is unwilling to look for things if he doesn't already know where they are. It's as if there is a mental block there that makes the idea of "looking for clothes" a more daunting one than the idea of "fighting with Dad when he is already furious".
This conversation always devolves into me threatening him with punishment if he doesn't stop arguing with me.
I went into our room to look for clean socks in our laundry. He asked me in an accusatory tone, how was I helping him if I was going into my room? I said to him, fine, if you don't like the way I am helping you, you can do it yourself. And I went into the office room to go on the computer. He settled in to watch TV. I walked into the living room and turned the TV off. He gave me an accusatory look for that. I said, the TV stays off until you are dressed. He said, "How can I get dressed if I don't know where any clothes are?"
(Insert herculean effort not to beat boy senseless here)
I said if you aren't dressed by the time your mother gets home, I am putting you into the car in your underwear and we'll leave you at school like that. He said, "Mom would never do that to me." (True... which only infuriates me more. But I bluff and say "Try me.")
It goes ON. And ON. I decide I am being unreasonably angry with him, take a deep breath, gain control of my emotions, and try to approach him peacefully to explain to him what I am trying to teach him. But he is too mad at me to listen and talks back again. I banish him to his room. He starts to whine and cry. I tell him that he is suffering the natural consequence of talking back to me. He cries to be let out of his room. I say to him the natural consequence of crying to be let out of your room is NOT to be let out of your room, and if he wants something from me, he should stop whining and crying. He whines and cries even louder.
(Insert another herculean effort not to beat boy senseless here)
Silence from his room. I go to his room and turn off his X-Box (knew immediately what was going on). I say to him, No X-Box until he is dressed and apologizes to me for talking back to me.
It goes ON.
I find him a shirt in my bedroom and throw it to him. I say to him, I found this shirt in MY bedroom, where I was looking, until you got mad at me because you didn't think I could possibly be trying to help you by going into MY bedroom. He gets mad at me and goes into his bedroom and FINDS AND PUTS ON CLOTHES... an entirely different outfit from the one I have been assembling without his help all morning!
He comes out completely dressed!
I say to him, now look. You found an entire set of clothes by yourself without my help. When I was telling you that you could do that if only you went ahead and looked on your own. But you had to argue with me and talk back and mouth off instead, and so you got yelled at and punished all morning.
He says to me, "Except the underwear. You found those."
There are no words to describe the rage I feel towards him.
I don't want to feel this way towards my own son. I don't want to ever raise my voice or my hand to him. I don't want to have to punish him. I don't want to inflict the whole situation upon my wife, who would have started screaming at me half way through this whole situation if she had been here.
Am I wrong to be mad at his defiance?
She seems to think I should ignore the fact that he talks back to me and talk to him like he is a reasonable adult and persuade him to do what I want him to do rather than try to assert authority.
I can see her point of view, but I also don't think it is reasonable to have to spend fifteen minutes explaining to my son why I believe he is capable of getting his own clothes, when it would only take him about sixty seconds to actually do so.
I understand that frightening kids with punishments teaches them to fear and hate authority.
But when I was young, my father faced me down on some occasions... and retrospectively, I remember the only times I obeyed him without question were the times when I was genuinely afraid of what would happen if I did not.
Where is the solution between practicality and ideology here?
It seems to me like neither of us parents has a real problem when we are alone and free to parent him "our way". But when I am forced to compromise and do things her way, he is unmanageable to me. And she gets incredibly tense and upset if I try to manage him my way.
What the hell do I do about this?
There are days when he can't seem to accept my authority.
Days when he can't seem to realize that I am furious and he should tread lightly around me.
Days when I have to rein in my anger because if I did what I felt like I would lay a beating on my own son.
Days when I shout at him or say things I regret saying.
Days when no matter how mad I am, no matter how upset he is, no matter how many punishments I have already applied to him and no matter what punishment I am threatening him with, he still automatically contradicts me.
Example: this morning I told him to get dressed. He demanded my help finding clothes. I told him I would help him, but I was not going to do it FOR him. Essentially I was unwilling to wander around searching for clean clothes for him while he sat on the couch staring at me.
Me: I will help you. I will not do it FOR you. You have to do some of it yourself.
Him: I don't know where any clothes are.
Me: That's why I said you have to look for them. You don't have to look for things when you already know where they are.
This is something we have had serious issues with before... he is unwilling to look for things if he doesn't already know where they are. It's as if there is a mental block there that makes the idea of "looking for clothes" a more daunting one than the idea of "fighting with Dad when he is already furious".
This conversation always devolves into me threatening him with punishment if he doesn't stop arguing with me.
I went into our room to look for clean socks in our laundry. He asked me in an accusatory tone, how was I helping him if I was going into my room? I said to him, fine, if you don't like the way I am helping you, you can do it yourself. And I went into the office room to go on the computer. He settled in to watch TV. I walked into the living room and turned the TV off. He gave me an accusatory look for that. I said, the TV stays off until you are dressed. He said, "How can I get dressed if I don't know where any clothes are?"
(Insert herculean effort not to beat boy senseless here)
I said if you aren't dressed by the time your mother gets home, I am putting you into the car in your underwear and we'll leave you at school like that. He said, "Mom would never do that to me." (True... which only infuriates me more. But I bluff and say "Try me.")
It goes ON. And ON. I decide I am being unreasonably angry with him, take a deep breath, gain control of my emotions, and try to approach him peacefully to explain to him what I am trying to teach him. But he is too mad at me to listen and talks back again. I banish him to his room. He starts to whine and cry. I tell him that he is suffering the natural consequence of talking back to me. He cries to be let out of his room. I say to him the natural consequence of crying to be let out of your room is NOT to be let out of your room, and if he wants something from me, he should stop whining and crying. He whines and cries even louder.
(Insert another herculean effort not to beat boy senseless here)
Silence from his room. I go to his room and turn off his X-Box (knew immediately what was going on). I say to him, No X-Box until he is dressed and apologizes to me for talking back to me.
It goes ON.
I find him a shirt in my bedroom and throw it to him. I say to him, I found this shirt in MY bedroom, where I was looking, until you got mad at me because you didn't think I could possibly be trying to help you by going into MY bedroom. He gets mad at me and goes into his bedroom and FINDS AND PUTS ON CLOTHES... an entirely different outfit from the one I have been assembling without his help all morning!
He comes out completely dressed!
I say to him, now look. You found an entire set of clothes by yourself without my help. When I was telling you that you could do that if only you went ahead and looked on your own. But you had to argue with me and talk back and mouth off instead, and so you got yelled at and punished all morning.
He says to me, "Except the underwear. You found those."
There are no words to describe the rage I feel towards him.
I don't want to feel this way towards my own son. I don't want to ever raise my voice or my hand to him. I don't want to have to punish him. I don't want to inflict the whole situation upon my wife, who would have started screaming at me half way through this whole situation if she had been here.
Am I wrong to be mad at his defiance?
She seems to think I should ignore the fact that he talks back to me and talk to him like he is a reasonable adult and persuade him to do what I want him to do rather than try to assert authority.
I can see her point of view, but I also don't think it is reasonable to have to spend fifteen minutes explaining to my son why I believe he is capable of getting his own clothes, when it would only take him about sixty seconds to actually do so.
I understand that frightening kids with punishments teaches them to fear and hate authority.
But when I was young, my father faced me down on some occasions... and retrospectively, I remember the only times I obeyed him without question were the times when I was genuinely afraid of what would happen if I did not.
Where is the solution between practicality and ideology here?
It seems to me like neither of us parents has a real problem when we are alone and free to parent him "our way". But when I am forced to compromise and do things her way, he is unmanageable to me. And she gets incredibly tense and upset if I try to manage him my way.
What the hell do I do about this?