Anonymous wrote:Can I ask a question to those experienced parents with anxious children? My child suffers from some classic anxiety symptoms -- recurrent unexplained stomach aches, and chronic insomnia. Yet she really never seems anxious about anything in particular -- does not avoid school or other activities, does not express anxiety, etc. She's 8. Is this anxiety? If so, any suggestions on how to work through the issues when I don't know what the issues are?
Anonymous wrote:Can I ask a question to those experienced parents with anxious children? My child suffers from some classic anxiety symptoms -- recurrent unexplained stomach aches, and chronic insomnia. Yet she really never seems anxious about anything in particular -- does not avoid school or other activities, does not express anxiety, etc. She's 8. Is this anxiety? If so, any suggestions on how to work through the issues when I don't know what the issues are?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Lat year - 2nd grade, DD went through about 2+ months of school refusal and anxiety.
My stomach churns every time I think about how I treated her in the first few weeks of the anxiety attack. I dragged her to school and let the counselor pull her off me and whisk her away to her class without really slowing down to teach her how to deal with her feelings. I finally realized she felt very alone at school with her sister moving up to the middle school and her nest friend being friends with others and not knowing how to share.
I look back at how unhelpful our pediatrician was (she gave DD an anxiety workbook and a pep talk), how impossible it was to meet with a psychologist, that the school looked at me like Crazy-psycho-mom and school staff telling me to get her to school at no cost or the anxiety will escalate. Those months were some of my darkest - I HATE, HATE, HATE myself for not being more patient, understanding and most importantly compassionate that she felt so alone at school.
Whoa, PP. How could you have known? You talk about showing more compassion to your DD, but you need to show compassion to yourself too. These things are just plain hard and I am sure you did the very best you could. We all do the best we can and we learn as we go along. Please be kind to yourself.
I know.... but thanks. It was just really hard...
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Lat year - 2nd grade, DD went through about 2+ months of school refusal and anxiety.
My stomach churns every time I think about how I treated her in the first few weeks of the anxiety attack. I dragged her to school and let the counselor pull her off me and whisk her away to her class without really slowing down to teach her how to deal with her feelings. I finally realized she felt very alone at school with her sister moving up to the middle school and her nest friend being friends with others and not knowing how to share.
I look back at how unhelpful our pediatrician was (she gave DD an anxiety workbook and a pep talk), how impossible it was to meet with a psychologist, that the school looked at me like Crazy-psycho-mom and school staff telling me to get her to school at no cost or the anxiety will escalate. Those months were some of my darkest - I HATE, HATE, HATE myself for not being more patient, understanding and most importantly compassionate that she felt so alone at school.
Whoa, PP. How could you have known? You talk about showing more compassion to your DD, but you need to show compassion to yourself too. These things are just plain hard and I am sure you did the very best you could. We all do the best we can and we learn as we go along. Please be kind to yourself.
Anonymous wrote:Lat year - 2nd grade, DD went through about 2+ months of school refusal and anxiety.
My stomach churns every time I think about how I treated her in the first few weeks of the anxiety attack. I dragged her to school and let the counselor pull her off me and whisk her away to her class without really slowing down to teach her how to deal with her feelings. I finally realized she felt very alone at school with her sister moving up to the middle school and her nest friend being friends with others and not knowing how to share.
I look back at how unhelpful our pediatrician was (she gave DD an anxiety workbook and a pep talk), how impossible it was to meet with a psychologist, that the school looked at me like Crazy-psycho-mom and school staff telling me to get her to school at no cost or the anxiety will escalate. Those months were some of my darkest - I HATE, HATE, HATE myself for not being more patient, understanding and most importantly compassionate that she felt so alone at school.