Help wanted

I'm having an incredibly hard time with Leah. It's hard to describe what's wrong, but the best description I have is that she's out of control of herself. She has anxiety over everything, and usually over something irrational like getting a shot in 5 years or tractors. If she doesn't get her way, she blows up and starts yelling, screaming, and attacking me--hitting, flailing, pushing, etc. She doesn't just throw a fit, she pushes and pushes until she gets a reaction out me (she doesn't do this to anyone else). She has become extremely disrespectful and sassy. For example, I said "Leah, you need to put your clothes away." And she answered, "You put them away. You're the one who did it." Typical kinds of child discipline have never worked with her. She has an almost complete refusal to take responsibility for herself. The other day she blamed me for her hair being snarly because I was the one the let her sleep too long. Normally that would be funny, except she was screaming it at me and throwing the brush. She won't stop nagging, hitting and yelling at me over _____________ (it could be anything) until I blow my top. Then she bawls and bawls because I yelled at her and how could I be so me and she hates me and she's such a horrible person (so she says). Or, she keep screaming even louder and angrier. She can't stop herself. Love and Logic parenting is also ineffective for this one. It creates more problems than it solves. I know that she needs help dealing with anxiety. Apparently she also needs help dealing with anger. I'm at a total loss of what to do.

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Unknown said…
Call me. Tenemos que hablar de eso en persona. Eres buena. :0
December 26, 2011 at 5:03 PM
Unknown said…
Puedo hablar manana, y si quieres visitarnos este semana tengo mucho tiempo.
December 27, 2011 at 8:36 PM
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