My Son Needs Therapy And I’m Taking It Kind Of Hard

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My Son Needs Therapy And I’m Taking It Kind Of Hard

Becoming a mother changed my life in ways I could have never imagined. When I found out I was pregnant at 21, I was scared. I wasn’t ready. We weren’t married. We both worked at a bar and weren’t prepared for the turn our lives were about to take.

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The minute my oldest was born, I remember the nurse saying “do you want to hold him?”…I literally didn’t know what to say.

It felt surreal. Parenthood was a steep learning curve for me and my (now) husband, but as soon as that baby touched my arms, he was mine.

I’ve now been a stay-at-home mom for 8 years. We’ve had two more children and got married almost 5 years ago. During that time we’ve had astronomical highs and rock bottom lows. We’ve overcome every obstacle thrown at us as a family and things have always managed to sort themselves out. Recently, however, I’ve felt helpless.

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My oldest needs to see a therapist.

I know, it’s not the end of the world. It isn’t lost on me that there are others right now going through much worse. It’s hard for me to explain why this is affecting me so much, but I think it’s because I wish it was me instead.

I wish I was the one who was so sensitive at school. I wish I was the one who spent too much time worrying about everything, especially things I couldn’t control. I wish I was the one who felt self-conscious when I believed others were teasing me. I wish I was the one who couldn’t fall asleep at night because I couldn’t quiet my mind.  I wish it was me.

I wish I could take away his stomach aches and insecurities.

I wish I was the one who the teacher took out into the hallway to get me to calm down. I wish I was the one worrying in the office while my parents were called. I wish it was me because I know how he feels.

I know what it’s like to feel paralyzed by fear. I know what it’s like to be so overwhelmed by my thoughts that it makes me want to explode. I know what it’s like to be a young kid with big emotions. I know what it’s like to be unable to explain my actions or be nervous to tell adults how I felt.

I know what it’s like to feel scared that my parent’s won’t show up to special events at school, or to wish I felt safer in general. I know what it’s like.

I know how he feels, but I don’t know how to help him.

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I’ve been with him for 8 years. That’s 2,920 days that I’ve had to help him prepare for school, and it hasn’t been enough. I feel like a failure. I feel like it’s my fault. I feel like if I was there for him more, he wouldn’t be insecure. I feel like if I never lost my temper, he would never say heartbreaking things like, “I’m the worst in our family.”

I feel like if I helped him more with reading, he wouldn’t cry at school when he was having difficulty with it. I feel like it’s okay that I had to go to therapy, but I hoped that it was something he could’ve avoided.

I hate that I feel like this. I hate that I’m taking all of it so personally.

I hate that I’m being so selfish. I hate that I’ve avoided taking him to therapy because I thought I could fix every problem myself. I hate that bringing him somewhere to help him makes me feel less-than. I hate that the exact stigma I speak out against so passionately didn’t carry over to help for my son.

Every time I feel like I’ve gotten a grasp on a new aspect of parenthood, the rug gets pulled out from under me and I’m back on my ass. I’m not an expert in anything except for trying my best. I don’t know all of the answers.

I can’t tell you that what works for my family will work for every family, but I will continue to share our truth and our journey. I want all of my children to have amazing childhoods and grow up to be well-rounded adults, and for now, that means that I need to put my pride aside and take my son to therapy.

This post originally appeared on Not Your Mama’s OCD

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  1. I will share with you that I went through this with my 20 year old when he was in 8th grade. His anxiety was causing him to unconsciously pull out his hair. It was so bad that he had removed a 2″ square of hair from the front! We got him in to see someone and though it annoyed me to no end because I always selfishly believed he was in there talking about me, I know he needed it. We had a few other bumps in the road but each time something came up, we called and got him back in to see his therapist. He graduated from high school with honors. He is in his sophomore year at college and is a diver. He now knows how to get help when he needs it. I promise you will not regret taking him, but you will likely be annoyed when you sign that co-pay knowing he is in there bitching about you.

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