Ugh. Son is more on edge than I'd realized. Unfortunate timing meant a small panic on his part (of the "oh no I'm going to be late" variety) that I couldn't come defuse because I was busy attending to his sister's doctor's appointment over Skype, and this led to him going into his room to scream into a pillow and thrash until he'd gotten it out of his system. It's a deliberate coping technique we've taught him, and worked in the short term until I could sort out his problem, but I'm not thrilled that this relatively small thing was a pillow-screaming level event.
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