My 14 y/o son DJ was diagnosed in the 5th grade with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). His main fear is germs. He takes medication now that seems to keep it at bay, but there are still parts of his personality that I know are controlled by this terrible sickness.
Anywhoo, we are managing that (or so we think). Monday, a boy in Colby's (10 y/o, 5th grader) class had a 4-wheeler accident and was hurt pretty badly. It was iffy whether or not he would make it for awhile. Darrell & Colby heard about it at football practice on Monday and told the rest of the kids about it when they got home. Everyone was pretty upset, but Colby seemed like it didn't really phase him too much. This is not one of his close friends, though they did play basketball together last year.
This morning when I woke Colby up to eat breakfast (he's had waffles for breakfast every day for at least 3 years, if not longer) here's what he told me.
Colby: I don't want waffles.
Me: Too bad, I already fixed them. Why wouldn't you want waffles?
Colby: Mrs. Y (the school counselor) told me to try something different for breakfast because my stomach's been hurting in the morning.
Me: When did you talk to Mrs. Y about your stomach ache, wasn't the nurse there?
Colby: When I went to see her about J (the hurt boy)
Me: Oh, did they talk to all of you about J & the dangers of not wearing a helmet while on the 4-wheeler?
Colby: Yes.
Heather then came in and said: Oh yeah, mom. Colby said he had to go see Mrs. Y yesterday because he was crying about J.
Me: What? How come? They said he's going to be alright.
Colby: I know, I just couldn't stop crying.
Me: Oh. Do you want me to fix you something else for breakfast?
Colby: No, I'll eat the waffles.
Right before the bus came, Colby started saying his stomach hurt again. I told him to go to school and if it didn't stop bothering him to call home & Dad would pick him up. After the bus drove off, I got to feeling guilty about making him go to school (He is not a morning person and I just thought he'd be OK once he got going). So I called the school counselor.
Mrs. Y: I'm glad you called. I was going to call you.
Me: I'm just a little worried about Colby and he had a stomach ache this morning & said he talked to you. I wanted to make sure you guys knew that Darrell works from home and that if Colby is sick you can call him & he'll come to get him.
Mrs. Y: Sure, but I wanted to let you know that I got a red flag yesterday when I talked to him about J. He seemed excessively worried (OH NO! WHAT! THOSE ARE THE SAME WORDS USED TO DESCRIBE DJ IN THE 5TH GRADE WHEN HE STARTED GETTING STOMACH ACHES AT SCHOOL). He's worried about you driving back and forth to work and getting in an accident. He's worried about his dad's health. He's worried about alot of things (OH NO! WHAT ALL DID HE TELL HER?) I don't think it's anything to be overly concerned about right now, but we should all keep our eye on him, you know this is the exact age when DJ started having problems.
Me: Yes, I know. I didn't realize he was so worried. He never talks about it. I know sometimes OCD can be inherited so it can run in families, but I also know that sometimes younger siblings can just learn behaviors from the older ones with OCD.
Mrs. Y: Let's just keep our eye on him for now.
Me: OK, call me if he comes in sick or upset and we'll come and get him.
Well, now what? I guess I'll just talk to him tonight, see what I think. I may have to take him to the doc, but for now I guess we'll just wait & see. It's hard to remember sometimes that our kids get stressed too. He knows, as do all of our kids, that their dad and I haven't been getting along very well lately, he's probably worried about that too. I feel terrible. How could he be so upset by something and not talk to me about it?
A few years ago when he was in 3rd grade I think, I went to parent-teacher conference and the teacher said "We were so sorry to hear about your dog Shadow dying" and I said "What?" She said "Colby was really upset one day when we were talking about pets and he told us that Shadow had died. He was crying about it". I said "I had no idea. That dog died two years ago and he never mentioned it once to me" What else am I missing in my son's life? I wonder if he knows he can tell me things - or since he's a middle child does he think I don't have enough time for him? Golly, it's tough being a parent. There are so many things to worry about. You know, we think they need us so much when they're babies, but I swear they need us so much more as they're making that journey into and through the teenage years.
Look out my blog friends, this is probably the first of many posts about the mental health of me & my family.