My 6 year old son is autistic and has ADHD. He gets frustrated easily and when he gets worked up, he has a hard time calming down. His meds also wear off right around dinner time, so he’s emotional to begin with.
Today before dinner, he was making a project out of paper and it wasn’t working the way he wanted to. He was getting upset, and got even more upset when I told him it was time for dinner and he had to stop working. Then, he didn’t want to eat what I’d made him (he has a really hard time with food), and got even more upset. Then he tried bringing a blanket to the table to hide under because he gets embarrassed when he has meltdowns and said he didn’t want his dad or grandma to see him. We have a no-blankets-at-the-table rule so I told him we could go to his room to calm down before going to the table, and he just got even more upset.
I finally got him calmed down enough that we could sit at the table, and I’d just taken a bite of my food when something my other son said set my AuDHD son off again. I hugged him and rubbed his back, trying to get him calm while still being able to eat my dinner.
At which point my husband said to me, “why can’t
you just take him in his room til he knocks this off? I’m trying to enjoy my dinner.” So I took my son to his room, sat on the floor with him while he ate his dinner, and didn’t eat mine.
My husband treats all of my son’s behaviors as intentional bad behavior instead of trying to understand what’s happening and why. Yes there’s times he needs tough love but there’s other times he just needs a hug and someone there with him. But my husband just wants to shove him in a room and make him cry by himself, because that’s what his family did to him growing up (my husband is late diagnosed ADHD and probably undiagnosed autism). My other kids (both younger) have a tendency to pick on my son because he’s easy to set off, and they like to mess with him to get a reaction. We’re working on that but it’s hard because my AuDHD son is disabled enough to be different (and sometimes annoying because he’s repetitive and bossy in play), but not disabled enough to put the other two in a caregiver role.
So I’m pissed that I didn’t get to eat dinner because I had to hide my son away because he was too much of an inconvenience to be allowed to eat dinner with our family. I’m also pissed that my husband’s handling of our son’s behavior furthers the ostracizing and otherness of him that I’m already having a hard time with.
Am I overreacting?