This afternoon, my oldest daughter, 19, and I got our hair done. I then decided to take my four girls out to dinner afterwards, so I drove home to pick up the other three girls (D19 had driven herself to hair appointment so she had her own car and went to the restaurant to wait for us). D14 didn't feel like going, so she opted to stay home. So it was me, D19, D13, and D11. D11 is the one with oppositional defiance disorder. D11 has a terrible habit of interrupting one's conversation, especially if it's something she does not understand. Oftentimes, though, she knows exactly what we're talking about but prefers to play dumb, thereby taking the attention off the others and onto herself, which was the case tonight. We were finishing up our meal when D11 asked if we could go see the movie Pitch Perfect at the dollar theatre. I told her no. I already took her last week when everyone else had activities going on, except her, so I felt sorry for her and just she and I went to the movie together. She wanted us to all go tonight and would not take no for an answer. Next thing I know she's kicking me in the shins across the table, whining, nagging, egging me on to the point where I stood up and went to pay my bill. She came up to me at that point and grabbed my arm, making it difficult for me to sign the receipt. Then, we went outside and she attempted to get into D19's car, but D19 would have none of it. D11 then took off her snow boot and threw it at D19's car! D11 finally got into my car and proceeded to whine and carry on about going and seeing the movie, but I was sticking to my guns. We proceeded to drive home. I reminded D11 that she had already violated her first offence on our "contract," which we signed last week and that because of that, she lost her computer privileges for 24 hours. Oh, that did not go over well at all! She began to kick the back of my seat and hit me in the head as I was driving, as well as calling me a b*tch and *-hole! I pulled over and said, "We're not going anywhere until you calm down and stop hitting me and calling me names." I might add that D13 was also in the car with us, poor girl. We sat there a good ten minutes before my bladder gave out. D11 said she'd calm down, so I pulled out into traffic. I no sooner pulled out and she was at it again. I drove as far up the road to the Chevron station where I, again, pulled over. At this point, she's trying to take my cell phone away from me because I am texting my sisters for backup. I finally drove home and ignored her as much as I could, but she whined and carried on for the good ten minutes it took for me to drive home. One sister was close by at a restaurant so she and her husband came over. Her husband went and talked to D11 to try and set her straight. D11 was definitely embarrassed that I had called them, but I needed to do something before I lost my cool. I tried to remain as cool, calm, and collected as I could, but when she starts hitting, I start getting scared. According to the contract, which the mental health coordinator helped me write, after three offenses, she loses her computer, TV, AND DSI privileges. Well, she has hidden her DSI and refuses to tell me where it is. I have decided not to push that because as I type this, she is on the couch reading, and I don't want to upset the cart right now.
I'm sure you've heard, "It takes a village to raise a child." Tomorrow, I have invited several friends and relatives to come to a meeting where I will ask for their help in the event this happens again. The parenting class is an excellent class, and I have learned so much from it. But this is a child who has ODD; therefore, we must tread lightly. I am afraid, though, if we can't curb some of her raging outburts, she will end up in juvenile detention or the Children's Home, neither of which I want to see, but if that's what it's going to take, then so be it. I just want peace in my family again. Is that so hard to ask? How can an 11-year-old change the mood of an entire family in just two seconds flat?! Oh, how she is so good at that. Right now I am crying as I type this. I love my daughter with my heart and soul, and I want to help her. But I don't know how to handle her ODD.
Sorry this is so long. I guess this is what you'd call a "vent." Thank you for listening.
P.S. She sees a psychatrist on January 3rd. That day can't come soon enough!