Nothing, Infinity and You

I’m not a believer in things happening for a reason, but an incident that happened two days ago may have changed my mind.

Our son Jon came to our room around 3:30am very hyped up and saying that he had broken his behavior modification device. He then proceeded to run out of the room into the kitchen in an attempt to cause property damage. He took my Apple Watch and threw it in the microwave. I was able to move him away from the “Start” button, preventing him from turning on the microwave. He then pulled away from me and threw my Cuisinart coffee grinder, causing it to break and spread coffee beans everywhere (we have a one bedroom apartment, with a den, so everywhere is quite literal). Luckily, I had bought and receive a high-end coffee grinder for my espresso a few days before, so I wasn’t too worried about it.

I was able to grab him after this, though his arms were free enough to administer deep scratches on my arms, head and shoulders (as well as biting), he was also able to reach for a glass mug on the counter which he promptly and forcibly shoved causing it to shatter, again, everywhere. Luckily, we had received our Dyson V8 stick vac at the start of the week, which was able to pick up the coffee and small pieces of glass. Also, being that it was 5am when I used it, it was quiet enough not to disturb our neighbors. Apparently, this community is big on preventing noise pollution after hours.

Usually, when Jon is in this state, I like to subdue him on a cushioned floor or bed. In the living room, we have wood floors and a sofa, but, luckily, Carl and I turned the sofa into a sleeper while watching TV several hours before, so I was able to pin and subdue him on it.

While holding him down, we gave Jon a warning by reminding him about the time he was arrested by the very trigger-happy officers of the Osceola County Sheriff’s department for his aggression. We weren’t going to call the police (we’re in Orange County, by the way, so no trigger-happy officers), but, luckily, our immediate neighbor seems to complain about every little noise we make, that they called the police who arrived at our door, literally, a few minutes after we warned Jon. Even though the officers saw my bloodied arms, shoulder and forehead, they simply left after hearing our explanation of the situation.

After putting Jon back to sleep on our bed for vigilance, Carl tended to my wounds, which covered large areas. Luckily, I bought over-sized bandaids a few months ago, when Carl sent me to the pharmacy, to which she complained that they were too big said that, and this is true, “…we will never used such big bandaids…”. We had just enough of them to cover my scratches.

In all of that, I have vertical scratch over the left brow, kinda opposite of Harry Potter’s. So now, I can cosplay somewhat of a “Bizarro Harry Potter: The Later Years”.

Despite this, Jon is a sweet kid, and he’s “back to normal”. The last display of this aggression was eleven years ago while I was alone with him at Universal Studios. He’s been with us for over a month now, due to this pandemic, so he could very well have felt stressed during these times.