Fior had two major meltdowns this week. We had to visit his family, who lives 300 miles away. I told him to just f**k it, and not go. He went because of some weird guilt s**t. I went because I knew he would shut down, and he needed support.
Stresses included
-car trip there and back
-anxiety with people, especially with his parents
-KIDS! lots of little ones under four years old. Sticky hands! Little kids know no boundaries
-his mother's Aspie-ness (which is more apparent as the years go on)
-his right wing neo con father
-strange bed, so he brought his sleeping bag and slept on the floor, which insulted his brother as he paid a $$$$$$ cash for
the condo.
-food smells, odd times, nothing he wanted to eat, his usual fast food places nowhere to be found.
-the Xmess gift stresses. Getting and receiving.
So this built up to two king size meltdowns. Both at me. Both which I told him was total BS, and he should directly address the offending parties, not me. His raging was for the situation he PUT himself into (remember, I didn't want to go), and some
familial nonsense which would take a therapist years to figure out.
I understand why he meltdown down. I left without yelling. He can do whatever he needs to do during a meltdown, but I don't have to
be stand around watching it.
Today he thinks I hate his guts (no), and this huge guilt which he beats himself up with.
Fior slept all day, and will probably be lucky to just function around the house tomorrow (31st). No NYE bashes for us.
He'll decompress at home. A relative will watch our kid, and I will go to a club for some music and adult beverages.
In reality, Fior can't deal with any celebration. The stimulation is just overwhelming. Every year it is the same thing with him. I wish he would just stop it, and tell his parents No.
Me and Mr. Kettel One will have a good time tomorrow. lol.... And I will get a cab.
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