We’d had company over the weekend. Jacob had been quite good while they were here but obviously happy for things to return to ‘normal’ once they left.
He woke on his own that Monday morning, took his medicine, got dressed without a struggle, and was ready to go to his day program.
Heading in pretty quickly, he got to the entrance at the same time a few other people arrived. That caused him some angst. It seemed he handled it fairly well and was going to be okay. I backed out of the parking space and looked up to see Jacob hurrying out of the building. Oops. His daddy was with me so he jumped out to steer him back inside. Only Jacob wasn’t interested. They wrestled some and Mike backed off and gave Jacob some space. It took a few minutes and Jacob did a little exploring but finally went in the building and we breathed a sigh of relief.
Those mornings, I half-way expect a call that Jacob is having a rough day. That almost never happens. But I’ve rarely seen him try to leave as soon as he got there.
It was impossible to know what was going on in that sweet mind of his. He is unpredictable, if anything, and it reminded me of two afternoons about four years ago. These were the Facebook posts.
Jacob ran from me this afternoon and ran toward the street going in front of the other building. The manager and nurse happened to see it play out and joined me in trying to head him off. He sat on the ground between the parking lot and street and was very uncooperative. It seemed like hours but we were able to finally get him loaded.
Before I got out of parking lot, he unbuckled his seat belt so I stopped and put the safety clasp on.
As we turned into our neighborhood, he shimmied under the seat belt and proceeded to attack me from behind. Pulling my hair, clothes, and arms. I was afraid we’d wreck before I could get to our home.
Twelve days later
Upon picking Jacob up he didn’t want to get in the van, but instead went toward the business next door. As I attempted to veer him to our van, he hurried toward the street. While I tried to get a good solid hold of him, he put his arm down the front of my shirt. I was able to free myself from him and move him in the correct direction. He then put his arm down the back of my shirt and got a hold of the hem. I really thought he was going to pull my shirt off then and there for all the world to see. It was soooooo terribly frustrating.
Thankfully two staff members, J & T came to my rescue and the three of us got him secure and ready to go.
If you’ve ever been around Jacob and gotten too close, you have probably experienced him put his hand down your shirt. It has nothing to do with wanting to touch you and everything to do with venting his frustration or wanting to frustrate you. And, speaking for myself here, he is successful every time.
Thankfully, we’ve seen less and less of that behavior. Last week, the manager saw me drop him off and walked out to speak. She proceeded to tell me how much they’ve enjoyed Jacob’s return to the program. How several staff members had commented that he has been more calm, cooperative, and social. It was such a blessing to hear those words.
They echoed in my mind last week when Jacob put his hand down his dad’s shirt on the morning he exited so quickly. I was so appreciative of the timely encouragement that came just a few days before.
His unpredictable behavior is always going to be part of Jacob. Even when we ‘feel’ it coming and brace ourselves. There are days, he seems to have the upper hand.
It sure is great to know that he has way more good days than rough mornings or crummy afternoons.
Thank you Lord, that you never change. We can trust your presence even in the midst of unpredictable moments.