How I helped my teenage son to have a happy social life…

davidMy son David, up until the age of 10, knew very few words such as mama, papa, and toy (I know, all kids’ favorite word). At the age of 11 he became high-functioning; he would not stop talking and we couldn’t be happier. He was no longer shy; he could actually look you straight in the eye and tell you what he wanted, which he never did before. He started doing great in school and at home, but when he turned 16 (and the hormones kicked in) everything changed dramatically and not for the better. He was desperate for friends, he wanted a girlfriend. He was growing more and more frustrated. He started trying harder to make friends at school, but little by little he came to realize that he was different. He was treated differently and that the girls just wouldn’t give him the same attention that they would to another teenager. He started getting more aggressive every day; David went from my sweet little boy to an aggressive teenager. Things were getting out of hand; I didn’t know what to do or say because anything would cause an outburst. He even started hurting himself, biting himself really hard or smacking his head repeatedly. He would kick and punch doors, and throw things all over the house. He would cry to me saying, “Mom, please help me. I have no friends. I’ll never have a girlfriend; I’m a disgrace.” That would just rip me apart inside – he was frustrated and so was I. It all began when Rosa threw a Sweet Sixteen party for her daughter, and all the kids were so happy all week – planning on what to wear, how to dance which the teachers at school showed them how to do. David didn’t have one outburst all week, which was a miracle for us, and they ended up having a blast at the party. The following Friday, I picked up seven of David’s high-functioning friends in my van with the other mother, Rosa, and we went to “hang out” at the movies “like the regular kids”(in the words of my son). This was the first time they had ever gone to the movies with friends and they would not stop laughing and talking, just being the teenagers that they so desperately craved to be. Rosa and I came out of the theater bawling our eyes out; we just felt so happy to be able to do that for them. Now we go out every Friday. I have the kids calling me all week to see where we’re going and what time I’ll be there to pick them up. David and his friends are no longer the aggressive teenagers they once were, because they’re too busy planning their Friday night outings and it makes me proud to be a part of that That was 4 years ago, now my son is happy . he has a beautiful girlfriend, he is going to college for art classess..Our group has grown..from 7 kids, to 27…They have a very active social life, they have gone from shy, lonely kids to happy teens…the phone calls, the texting, the facebook,the laughing,the dancing is non stop… Last friday at one of “my kids” birthday party..his mother hugged me and thanked me with happy tears on her eyes..when she saw her son, for the first time in his life…dancing with his friends… search me on facebook: Ileana Morales..and you’ll see all the wonderful pictures…. I wanted to share this story with every mother going through what I went through. Our little club is working and all of us together can make [this kind of community] grow!

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