I want to share my story anonymously to protect my identity, but my son hits me and I am in desperate need of some help. I am a member of Emma’s Facebook group and I know the mothers there are supportive and nonjudgemental and I hope they will offer some advice as I don’t know what to do anymore.
My 10-Year-Old Son Hits Me
My son is only ten years old, a little boy but my son hits me and I am afraid of him. He punches me and threatens to stab me. Last week he attacked me so badly I was cowering in the bedroom while he punched and kicked me in the head. All I could do was try to protect myself. I was covered in bruises fro this attack.
My son hits me and I can’t do anything about it, afterwards, while I sit in shock crying, he brags to his siblings what he has done. He shows no remorse at all.
He says I’m the worst mother ever, that I should never have been born so he could have a better parent.
He says he will torture me forever because he feels his bad life is my fault.
He’s angry. So angry all the time.Angry at being short and getting teased.
But when he complains to me and I tell the teachers he then tells them I’m lying.
He throws cups at my head if I don’t allow him something even as stupid as watching something, a cup of tea at bedtime.
He deliberately asks something he knows I have to refuse.
He calls me a bitch and tries to push me down the stairs.
He hurts his brothers too and sister.
Today he turned on his dad.
He had grabbed his brother by his throat and was stopped.
While I tended to my shocked five-year-old his dad felt the full force of his fury.
He defied him.
His dad was beyond angry and my son gave in and did as he was told.
Tomorrow we have a meeting with the school. I’ve asked them for help.
I’m not attending this meeting because I will tell them I think he’s evil.
And the sad part is I’m not even lying.
I saw the way he looked at me while he was hitting me.
He enjoyed it
He enjoys the power he has over me. Every time he hurts me he smirks or laughs.
I’m an adult and I can’t do anything to stop him and he knows it.
I can’t hurt him back.
I can’t use words as he throws them back at me along with a punch.
On the outside, everyone thinks I’m doing good.
On the inside, my heads split.
The rational side of me knows this has to stop.
He can’t be allowed to hurt me.
My son hits me and it’s wrong
I’m his mother.
But stopping him means I have to sit there and say my ten years old hurts me.
It’s a pride thing.
And also a stupid protection thing. As soon as I tell them they will take him.
How could they not? But he doesn’t need that.
Tomorrow his dad will be setting up anger management and counselling.
I’m just praying something works and quickly before I get really hurt.
This angry kid is not my son.
It’s a hurtful imitation of him.
My son hits me and I want my nice son back.
Please don’t read and run have you any kind words to offer to this desperate mum in need?