Guest post by Amy Welling
I did it, I finally did it. I’ve fantasized for a few years of doing it, but this morning I finally did it out of anger. You see, it’s been there everyday since my oldest boy discovered it existed mocking me. Sure I’m the parent and in an ideal world I could just say no, but I don’t live in an ideal world.
I live in the world of the Syndrome Mix. A world where my almost 11 year old boy has Asperger’s Syndrome, Tourette’s Syndrome and ADHD. A world where even though I don’t want to have the TV on as much as it is, it helped calm him down and you know sometimes I just needed a break.
This morning was like about 2300 or so other mornings since my oldest was 3 years old. He woke up, after puttering around for a little while he turned on the TV without permission. He turned the volume up loud on the TV I told him to turn it down and he did.
Then I asked him if he asked Dad for permission to turn on the TV He said no and started turning the volume back up so he didn’t have to hear me. I grabbed the wii remote and chucked it at the TV screen. The damage was extensive, I felt a feeling of satisfaction.
I wondered if my husband would be upset with me for destroying our TV. He seemed to be more worried about me being okay. I probably should have donated the TV, unplugged it, moved it to another room or any number of other things I know but in my anger this was the path I took. We no longer have a TV and as of right now I don’t plan on getting a new one. It has only been 1 hour since the destruction.
Now that we don’t have a TV what will we do? Well I plan to pack up the game systems and blueray player for one and put them out in the garage. We have books, art supplies, games, computers and the great outdoors. We may eventually buy another TV, ones that are larger now cost about half of what we paid. For now though I am not in a rush to get another TV. I am looking forward to spending a lot of time reading.
About the author
When she’s not breaking televisions, you can visit Amy Welling at her blog The Pickled Pig’s Feet: Life in the syndrome mix.