In the social history we got on Melissa it was noted that she is "very capable of advocating for herself" which is code for "I scream loud and long if things aren't going my way."
Jaime's frontal lobe damage has also made Jaime "very capable of advocating for herself" meaning she will "go out of her way to tick people off if she feels like it." The person she most likes to make mad is Melissa. Other aspects of Jaime's frontal lobe syndrome are impulsivity, and extreme oppositional behavior. When her meds are not working well, Jaime has "FLIGHT" as her first response to everything... she will just run... I would not say her meds are working well, but she is not having a "flight" response anymore; she is definitely all about FIGHT!
Jaime likes to just walk up to Melissa, unprovoked, and take something she is using/sitting by/thinking about someday picking up. Thankfully, Melissa is then able to start "advocating for herself" by screaming at the top of her lungs, "HELP ME! HELP ME! MOM! MOM! MOM! HEEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!" I fell for this the first few times and came running until I realized that, Hey... this girl screams bloody murder whether someone else got the fork she wanted at supper or she has gotten her tooth knocked out (see below).
Sunday night Jaime took something Melissa was thinking of playing with. Melissa started advocating for herself, screaming like a banshee. Since Melissa has never had a "flight" reaction, she goes immediately into "FIGHT" mode. Nevermind that she has so far not won any physical match with Jaime (Jaime is the size of an average adult woman and though Melissa is the same age --9 years-- she is more the size of a 7 year old). Not to be deterred by the odds being so obviously against her, Melissa decided to charge Jaime with some toy item raised like an ax above her head. Jaime impulsively grabs the nearest thing (a pretty pony stable) and slings that thing right into Melissa's face (see results below).
Ah the blood and the wailing... and wailing.... and wailing.... and wailing... OH my.
Waiting for Melissa in the dentist reception area, I feel I could be sitting outside a labor and delivery room at the maternity ward of the hospital. Oh boy... the wailing... and wailing... and wailing. The thing is, they are not doing anything horrible here... She is wailing because she does not like the "Mr Thirsty" thing they use to suck up the spit (which Melissa produces gallons of). I offer to come in and hold her hand but they say "no... she is just having some anxiety about the procedure." No kidding... YIKES....
They finish up, she comes out... no longer wailing like they were fixing her tooth via her ear canal... smiling broadly, happily proclaiming how jealous Jaime will be when she sees the paper fan she got as a prize. You know Round Two is coming up...
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