Talk about the calm before the storm. Unbelievable.
In one of my posts I talked about the difference in "behavioral issues" and genuine "melt-downs" as it pertains to at least my little boy and his autistic challenges.
Saturday, for the first time in a very long time, we definitely had a genuine "melt-down".
The doctors often refer to these particular rages as "night-terrors", probably due to the fact that Julian used to go into rages upon waking from a deep-sleep nap.
But its been afew years actually, since these have happened.
For those of you who don't struggle with these, you're blessed, and be very thankful.
For those of you who do...God bless you. Because I know personally what its like.
Saturday I felt so helpless. Perhaps you can't imagine what its like to have to try to restrain your little boy because he's so out-of-control, its like he's in another world and isn't quite aware of what he's doing. And pretty much anything you try to do to calm him, just escalates the rage.
Sometimes, all you can do is get him to a safe place....away from furniture, breakables, anything he could grab and throw or break, and try to stay calm yourself.
Good Lord, is that hard to do, stay calm when the child of your womb is thrashing and lashing out in a maniacal rage, and your heart (and mind) are racing with all sorts of "what-ifs" and "how comes" and "why, Lord, why?" Yes, for me at least, because its so near and dear to my heart, its a huge challenge to not break down and cry.
Which I did, Saturday.
I think the hardest thing was that because we hadn't seen these "rages" in such a long time, I let my guard down and believed we had somehow, miraculously overcome those, so when it happened out of the blue, I couldn't believe it.
Eventually he did calm down, and I had my big crying gig, and my son was back to normal (whatever that is), and life went on.
I believe it was caused by a change in his meds. We won't go into that right now, but obviously the Abilify (medication) was working to stop those rages.
Sometimes at night, when he's sleeping...his beautiful face a picture of a cherub, we look at him and think its so hard to imagine this is the same little boy who was in horrific throes of violence and rage earlier. How COULD this be the same little boy? What goes on in that little mind, to cause such outburts? And what can I do to make it all better?!
You know what came to my mind, was a verse in Isaiah, that said...."He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief....for He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities....for the chastisement of our peace was upon Him....and by His stripes we are healed." That is not exactly verbatim, but the words that came to be yesterday.
And I thought, yes, Jesus suffered terrible grief...and rejection...and sorrow.
Who could possibly better understand than Him?
And I just sat there, tears streaming down my face, and I couldn't even say anything. I just told Him, "Lord, I don't even know what to say right now...what to pray...." as I just moaned and wept.
And I knew....felt...sensed...His presence. Knew that He cared that I was hurting....that He felt my sorrow...my fear...my concern for my precious child.
And that was enough.
Without words, He did what no-one was able to do for me.
He comforted me.