To top off my fantastic week (the X dating, me not) I am in crisis with my youngest, D. She is in severe anxiety mode and hasn’t gone to school in days. I pushed her at first that was horrible, for both her and myself. I was racked with guilt from threatening punishments and yelling for her to go.
Now that I’ve taken a step back, she seems perfectly fine just staying at home. The school isn’t concerned because the year is almost over and I’m quite pleased with the harmony between us. Of course the one major overriding issue is that she won’t leave the house. She spends her days painting, playing dolls and dressing up virtual dolls on the computer.
The X feels extra guilt about it (hmmm…wonder why?) and has moved into his black and white response to things. By that I mean, trying to take control of the situation as he sees fit. So for a couple of days the idea of her going to live with him next year was floating around. I think we have agreed (after much arguing…discussion) that the pros to her staying with me and her sister outweigh the cons of her going to him.
It has been illuminated to me in the past months, that she has a real worry about me being sick. If I have a headache, she worries about it, if I need to rest, she wakes me up. She doesn’t like when I leave or if she has to go somewhere. It’s separation anxiety I suppose but between a 9 year old and a mother who is a stroke survivor.
I am not ignoring this one bit. In fact it is my main priority at the moment. A professional will see her this week and we will try to get some of her issues resolved and back on track. The idea is to get her through summer holidays then we will set up an ongoing counseling situation. Poor thing, she really is just a tiny person.
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