If the cops dont show up at my door I will be surprised. I dont what to do with him sigh

You know what's hilarious about this? After ten years of foster care, the kids that are safe enough to cry, to have a tantrum, to not fear the repercussions of their emotions...they have good parents. Abused kids do not cry. They do not pout. We had to teach kids to cry, to be outraged, to be angry. That it is OKAY to feel bad emotions, that you're not going to get hit, ignored, or left at home because you're sad or angry. You have to teach them to say they don't like this food or that, that they can be upset about things without repercussions. After that, you get windstorm of repressed feelings, but that's okay. You have a bad couple of months.

You want to know when to call social services? It is when the kid gets denied a candy bar in line at the store and defaults to that blank, sterile smile. The too-polite kid, the kid whose eyes go to the parent before answering any question...those are the things that worry me. NOT the kid pounding the ground in the Walmart checkout. That's just a tantrum, that's normal.

Abused kids act out in strange ways, in different ways, but not in the ways people expect. If your kid is having a meltdown in the toy aisle of target, you're doing a good job. Abused or neglected kids wouldn't dare. But they might, in certain circumstances, lose their shit over what milk you buy. Because you bought a half gallon, not a whole, and that isn't enough. Because they don't know you'll be back again next week to buy another half gallon and that's strange to them. And you NEED milk, so they'll flip, no matter what you say. I've had that conversation about a billion times.

Your kid is normal and healthy. You are doing a great job. Anyone who judges you is an idiot. Just let them be dumb and be grateful they are. Anyone with any experience in the matter will write it off immediately and anyone without can go fuck themselves. That was always my POV anyway.