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Retarded Step Son
I hate my step son with every fiber of my being. We used to only have him every other weekend and I would just hide in my room those weekends. Now we have him 100% of the time and he is driving me INSANE. I think about divorce at least once/week just because of this ** **. He did horribly in public school, so his dad decided I should homeschool him. He is ten years old, but my three year old is smarter than him. More than once, my three year old has answered a question that the little fuckwad didn't know the answer to. He can't do simple mathematics, can hardly read (and chooses to read my daughter's board books when he's forced to read), still can't spell three letter words, etc etc etc. I will present information to him in a million ways and try to make it as fun and as exciting for him as possible and he won't grasp a ** lick of it.
He still ** AND ** himself. No joke, one day I kept smelling something foul and couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I thought maybe the cats and taken a dump, so I cleaned their box.... NOPE. I smelled it all through breakfast and while I did my morning chores. I took a shower and had to pass his room and realized that I smelled the stench again. STILL didn't occur to me that the idiot had ** himself, so I went downstairs. About thirty minutes later, he was on the couch (watching ** Thomas the Train, because he is a COMPLETE AND UTTER **) and I FINALLY realized that the smell was coming from him. He NEVER EVER responds when you talk to him, so I just asked if he knew he smelled. NO RESPONSE. Then it hit me - HE ** HIS ** PANTS. I say "Did you ** your pants?" and he just stares at me. Eventually he says "I guess I'll go take a bath." UH DUHHHHH!!! Did you really ** eat breakfast, play with toys, and watch tv ALL WHILE SITTING IN YOUR OWN **? Yes, he did. And Daddy Dearest doesn't ** care. UGH.
He ** his pants CONSTANTLY. I find pissy underwear hidden all the time. I even found a stash of my daughter's pull ups that he'd ** in and hidden under his desk. STILL, Daddy Dearest doesn't give a **.
He is also ugly as **. He has buck teeth that are brighter than the sun and I want to punch them out of his scrawny ** face every time he stares at me when I ask a simple question.
My daughter adores him and tries to play with him, but gets so frustrated because he won't ever respond to anything she says. I eventually have to yell "RESPOND WHEN SHE TALKS TO YOU, PLEASE!" and he'll eventually say something totally ** stupid.
He is a complete follower with no imagination or personality of his own. When he is around his significantly younger cousins, he copies everything they say and do and laughs when he has no ** idea what is going on.
He has like three chores that he has to do every day (make his bed, empty the trash from the bathrooms, and put his laundry away). YET every single day, if you don't break it down ** Barney style for him, he "forgets" how to do them. Seriously. The other day I told him to take care of the trash and he came down with his arms full of used toilet paper and pads and ** because he "forgot" that he was just supposed to take the bags out and replace them. WTF? THAT IS A SPECIAL KIND OF RETARDED!!! Literally EVERY SINGLE DAY, I have to tell him how to do his chores again.
His NANA, who lives right across the street, babies him like ** crazy. She still picks him up and carries him on her hip through stores (he is small for his age) and rocks him. HOLY **, I cannot stand it. She thinks that he is right on track academically (nevermind that I had to purchase kindergarten curriculum instead of grade 5 after realizing that he didn't even know all of his letters) and that it is other kids who are "too advanced". She tells my husband that it is completely normal for him to pee and ** himself and that it will just go away. SOOOO DH doesn't do ** and just lets him run around completely uneducated and having more accidents than my potty trained three year old. Oh! And one time, my daughter had colored stuffed blocks with her and ** said "This one is blue!" and Nana actually said "Good job!" and made a giant ** stink about the idiot knowing what blue looks like.
I am embarrassed to take him in public because people have literally asked if something was wrong with him. So I just stay locked up in my house with the ** ** all day long.
Oh god, the ** chicken nuggets. Same thing with my retarded, worthless SS. I just mentioned pizza because the way he says it. It's strictly pizza, McDonalds chicken nuggets and cookies/candy. Nothing else. Oh yeah, and Sprite. Because you know that fat piece of garbage won't eat anything else. I made a delicious steak dinner couple weeks ago, and the little idiot didn't eat ANY OF IT. His father went out and bought him a pizza instead, AND HE ATE THE WHOLE ** THING. There are times I catch him pretending to be stupid. And he looks me dead in the eye with this angry look as if he wants to kill me. I'm waiting for the day that he hits me, cause I'm going to unleash an ** whooping like he wouldn't believe. When he hits my husband, he does nothing about it. Just asks him to stop. We're in the middle of the store and he is screaming and kicking and throwing punches, and of course DH does nothing. Everyone is looking at us, and this buck toothed, ugly little ** just keeps going. God. I hate him.
The gd nuggets. Do you day dream of a chicken nugget choke to death scenario then realise life is not so simple and the dad would be sad.
Not really choking on the ** chicken nuggets but I see the appeal of such a fantasy. What ticks me off the most is how no one in this kid's life, barring his father, seems to have any expectations or even hopes or even the desire to see him improve. "Oh well he's just autistic and he can't help it." **. Yeah, he's autistic. No, that doesn't mean you continuously baby him.
I do genuinely feel bad for him that life handed him the autism. I do. But ** that's no reason to sit back and let him be a perpetual toddler. Yes, he has more hurdles to overcome - so push him and encourage him! Don't just accept that there's no hope and let him become a video-game playing basement dweller. **.
And he ** knows more than he lets on. He's fairly smart and he knows how to play the ** thing up to get away with whatever. I'm not abusive towards him nor do I condon such behavior but ** if I don't want to slap his eye-rolling, game-playing little ** buckteeth face sometimes.
Why are all autists cursed with the most repulsive teeth?
This little ** would rather go hungry than eat toast or a grilled cheese sandwich. It drives me insane. Pure obstinance. "My mommy lets me eat the kinds of foods I want." Well, your mother is a lazy ** (not just an insult - she literally is in the "adult industry") who relishes in her identity as Super Autism Mommy™ and never wants you to grow up. Forget ever having any kind of normal life. As long as Mommy calls you [insert very specific and revolting pet name here], everything's fine, right? Let's see how long that lasts. Maybe it'll be fine post-puberty provided they at least grace him with chemical castration so he can forever be his mommy's precious baby boy.
** I cannot wait until the kid is in his 20's and no one praises her any longer. They'll all just be mildly repulsed and maybe pity her for having a huge (both obese and tall) ** hanging on her back.
Exact same situation with my wife and her AS son (except she's not in the adult film industry!). It's sickening.
I left my ex because I couldn’t handle his 2 ASD children anymore. His ex wife is crazy and uses the children to make him do things for her. He is spineless and does everything she asks. His kids gross me out. They were rude, mean, horrible to my children (hitting, spitting on, screaming) and I found them embarrassing and ugly. Fat and useless and I can’t stand the way that their father cheers for them and we have to applaud if they go to the toilet or eat their whole plate of disgusting junk food. I am still friendly with my ex but he insists on sending pictures of his kids to me all the time. He’s so proud of his son for winning awards at school a lot. It’s a ** special school! They hand out awards to everyone just for ** existing! I don’t miss being with him because it’s like a holiday to be away from those retards, their vile white trash mother and the dread I felt when I had to see them on weekends. My kids were treated well until those children showed up to stay. Then suddenly everything was blamed on my kids and the autistics were allowed to get away with everything, even though they were the ones antagonising. I tried really hard for ages. I was never mean to them even though I couldn’t stand them. I like kids and I’ve met spectrum children who are great kids. I don’t understand why nothing is done to address their obesity or behaviour when it’s just going to make everyone’s lives miserable in the long run. I miss my ex but I’m happy I got out when I did.
Not to worry those "Spaz-autistics" will have a ** adult life. Usually they clash with people later in life and end up being ** on. They may be monsters now, but just you wait and see. They cross and wrong person and BANG! That's them ** for life, there are some really nasty people in this world, and they don't take to lightly to the retarded.
Congratulations on getting out! I wish I could... it's a long story but just can't extricate myself from the situation. I am convinced that the happiest day of my life will be the last day that I ever have to see, hear, or smell my AS step son.
I hear what you're saying. It makes me kind of sad to see pictures of other kids on Facebook or what not, who are playing sports or achieving goals and starting college or good careers and yet here's my SO applauding her AS son online or just in general for just accomplishing the most basic things in life or what he could have or should have been doing at age 8 instead of 18. He's on the low end of the autism spectrum, he's not retarded. Yet SO babies and coddles him as if he is. Living with that kid, who barely does anything for himself out of sheer laziness, just brings me down. Every single day. Not sure how much longer I can take it.