You want to see who Gavin really is? Here you go. This is not pretty but I think it gets the point across. Sweet, innocent Gavin died many years ago. This is what we are left with. So please don’t tell me how perfect he was or how well behaved he is. He DOES NOT just need understanding or anything else. This is the ugly, dark reality of what our lives are like. We are prisoners in our own home.

This whole thing started because he wanted his pencil sharper. His pencil was just fine. He was trying to manipulate us and we weren’t allowing it. I told him it was fine and to go do his homework. He started freaking out on the steps. I told him “we’re not having it”. So he went upstairs and trashed his room and broke his pencil in half. I told him that he would be going to school in the morning without his homework done. He made the choice to trash his room and break his pencil. He didn’t know my phone was recording. This is very typical of his meltdowns. I don’t care what anyone thinks about me posting this. I am so tired of sugar coating things to make others feel better.