It had been a rough first six years for Michael, but things were looking better. We were on our own. We were safe from the harms of the past and looking towards the future.
Something wasn't right though...
In addition to his horrible nightmares, Michael was having more issues than normal when being told no or when plans changed. This was something more than a child needing discipline. These fits went on and on for hours. Things were thrown; people were hit, kicked, and bit; it was a nightmare for those around, especially his younger brother. And when he was done, he would sleep and wake up with no memory of anything. He didn't have many friends (at least that would spend time with him outside of recess or school). He didn't always have the energy to do stuff like a normal first or second grader. He was always saying he was worthless.
Then there was the more manic state. He would talk to no end having to be told to breathe; he believed he could do and be anything (higher than what a normal child would think); and we couldn't try and stop him from doing something as it would send him into a frenzy.
It was time to see the doctor and get some help.
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