So the little five year old sociopath that lives here has done it again - "it" being that he tells people I hit him and it gets me in trouble.
To start off on the right foot here - no, I do not, nor have I ever, hit my stepson. I don't hit him, punch him, kick him, burn him with cigarettes, or anything else abusive. Sometimes I jokingly say something like "Man, I used to get smacked for doing that, you're so lucky."
The only times I get physical with him at all are if he's A) freaking out over something and punching and kicking and spazzing out, I will restrain him. I'll hold his arms down and basically immobilize him until he's over his fit. I suppose I could just let him throw the fit, but my testicles can't take too much more abuse. Not to mention that when he's flailing about having his tantrum, he could hurt himself, or his little sister, or break something valuable.
The only other time is when he is supposed to go somewhere and he won't go, i.e. for a timeout. I always give him the choice - he can walk there himself, or I can drag him. I don't drag him across a sandpaper floor with nails sticking out. I just take him by the hand, make sure he understands whats going on, and then I start walking towards his room, and if he wants to walk he can, and if he doesn't he can be dragged.
Neither of these things has ever so much as left a bruise, a scrape, or even a fleeting red mark. He's never cried out in pain when it happens.
Which isn't to say that I'm a model parent, because I am far from it. I try, but I just suck at it, and I find it all too easy to just say "here, watch this movie" so he'll leave me alone. But there's a world of difference between ignoring him and beating him.
The worst is that people so readily believe it. Of course! Five year olds NEVER EVER LIE! They're the most honest people in the world. Furthermore, they have the most amazing grip on reality! Hey Jeffrey, who brought you presents at christmas? Oh, Santa? SANTA? Who left you that money under your pillow? Oh, it was the tooth fairy!
Or how about...Hey Jeffrey, who colored on your wall with permanent marker? Oh, it was the ghost, wasn't it.
Yeah, you're real fucking credible.
I understand why someone would be curious, but when he tells people I punch him in the face...are you fucking serious? LOOK AT HIM! Do you see any compound skull fractures anywhere? Huh? Or how about when he tells people I "lay on him". In terms of body weight I'm 7 times this kid's size - wtf are you retarded? Are you that friggin stupid? LOOK AT HIM!!!!! DO YOU SEE A BODY CAST ON THIS KID!?!?!???!?
But he keeps it up, and I keep getting "spoken to" by people. They like to pretend its a friendly warning, and that they believe me, but of course if they really believed me they wouldn't feel the need to tell me not to hit him.
He tells people I punch him, I hit him, I lay on him, I pick him up and throw him into the wall - and people gobble this shit up! What the hell?!?!? It's like I'm living on a gigantic shortbus.
I've been lucky so far that nothing serious has come of it, other than just a "friendly chat" over the ordeal, but one of these days he's going to say that shit to his teacher or something and oh boy, here comes the cops.
Its days like this that make me just want to head out the door and hop on a bus and never look the fuck back. Then when baby girl grows up and gets to ask "Where's daddy?" he gets to explain "Well baby, because I'm a lying, obnoxious little sociopath I decided to make your daddy go away just because I can."
I wish his father would get the bottle away from his lips and the needle out of his arm, get his fucking shit together and take this snotnosed little bastard off my hands, because I'm sick of him. I've had e-fucking-nuff. I've tried, I've really been trying to get along and to actually like the kid, but you know what? I don't. I don't give a flying fuck anymore. If he got kidnapped on his way home from school, I'd breathe a sigh of relief and go about my day.
To start off on the right foot here - no, I do not, nor have I ever, hit my stepson. I don't hit him, punch him, kick him, burn him with cigarettes, or anything else abusive. Sometimes I jokingly say something like "Man, I used to get smacked for doing that, you're so lucky."
The only times I get physical with him at all are if he's A) freaking out over something and punching and kicking and spazzing out, I will restrain him. I'll hold his arms down and basically immobilize him until he's over his fit. I suppose I could just let him throw the fit, but my testicles can't take too much more abuse. Not to mention that when he's flailing about having his tantrum, he could hurt himself, or his little sister, or break something valuable.
The only other time is when he is supposed to go somewhere and he won't go, i.e. for a timeout. I always give him the choice - he can walk there himself, or I can drag him. I don't drag him across a sandpaper floor with nails sticking out. I just take him by the hand, make sure he understands whats going on, and then I start walking towards his room, and if he wants to walk he can, and if he doesn't he can be dragged.
Neither of these things has ever so much as left a bruise, a scrape, or even a fleeting red mark. He's never cried out in pain when it happens.
Which isn't to say that I'm a model parent, because I am far from it. I try, but I just suck at it, and I find it all too easy to just say "here, watch this movie" so he'll leave me alone. But there's a world of difference between ignoring him and beating him.
The worst is that people so readily believe it. Of course! Five year olds NEVER EVER LIE! They're the most honest people in the world. Furthermore, they have the most amazing grip on reality! Hey Jeffrey, who brought you presents at christmas? Oh, Santa? SANTA? Who left you that money under your pillow? Oh, it was the tooth fairy!
Or how about...Hey Jeffrey, who colored on your wall with permanent marker? Oh, it was the ghost, wasn't it.
Yeah, you're real fucking credible.
I understand why someone would be curious, but when he tells people I punch him in the face...are you fucking serious? LOOK AT HIM! Do you see any compound skull fractures anywhere? Huh? Or how about when he tells people I "lay on him". In terms of body weight I'm 7 times this kid's size - wtf are you retarded? Are you that friggin stupid? LOOK AT HIM!!!!! DO YOU SEE A BODY CAST ON THIS KID!?!?!???!?
But he keeps it up, and I keep getting "spoken to" by people. They like to pretend its a friendly warning, and that they believe me, but of course if they really believed me they wouldn't feel the need to tell me not to hit him.
He tells people I punch him, I hit him, I lay on him, I pick him up and throw him into the wall - and people gobble this shit up! What the hell?!?!? It's like I'm living on a gigantic shortbus.
I've been lucky so far that nothing serious has come of it, other than just a "friendly chat" over the ordeal, but one of these days he's going to say that shit to his teacher or something and oh boy, here comes the cops.
Its days like this that make me just want to head out the door and hop on a bus and never look the fuck back. Then when baby girl grows up and gets to ask "Where's daddy?" he gets to explain "Well baby, because I'm a lying, obnoxious little sociopath I decided to make your daddy go away just because I can."
I wish his father would get the bottle away from his lips and the needle out of his arm, get his fucking shit together and take this snotnosed little bastard off my hands, because I'm sick of him. I've had e-fucking-nuff. I've tried, I've really been trying to get along and to actually like the kid, but you know what? I don't. I don't give a flying fuck anymore. If he got kidnapped on his way home from school, I'd breathe a sigh of relief and go about my day.
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