"I'm not like those retards!"
"I refuse to go back!"
On and on and on. For 15 minutes an 47 seconds. I know, because I recorded it for review with the therapist later. The entire duration of the ride home from the therapeutic social skills camp T began today.
"I'm done with you until you take me out of this camp!"
The entire thing feels a lot like an intervention with someone who refuses to acknowledge their addiction.
"There's nothing wrong with me now! I was bad when I started at the last school, and the kids there just never forgot and hold it against me. But I'm FINE now! All I need is my mobile therapist and behavioral specialist - I don't need this DAMN camp!"
Over and over I calmly explained that we're doing all of this - including the camp - to help him to improve the areas in which he still needs help. That he did indeed make huge growth in his 8 years there, but that he still needs to work on some really important skills.
"This is ruining my life! This is taking up my WHOLE summer!"
No - three hours a day for 5 days a week for 6 weeks. That's only 1/8th of your entire 24-hour day.
I'm thinking/hoping this is taking on the form of the stages of grief. In fact we went through three of them on the ride home.
- Denial. "There's nothing wrong with me now!"
- Bargaining, "I'm okay with all of the other stuff these people do - the wrap around services are fine - just not this camp. Take me out and I PROMISE I'll do the stuff at home."
- Anger. "I'm done with you ALL until you take me out of this camp!"