Today the raging started early. My sister arrived from the Yukon with her kids at 7 am. You would think it would make difference... He did go for a run with them but he was the only one who did not finish the course and mostly he walked while they ran.
He's in his room. Has been all morning. Likely will be all day at this rate. So much for swimming. I can't force him to choose right, but I certainly can make wrong choices uncomfortable.
Usually I can coax out his happy, loving nature... But when it gets this bad it's totally hopeless. We have to just wait it out and keep him quiet and out of the center of attention. I gave him choices and he repeatedly, stubbornly chose the worst choice.
I absolutely refuse to allow him to throw and break things. When he moves toward that I let him know he's hit a new level of consequences and Everything Changes.