My seven year old son is in the first grade and struggles with anxiety. He is typically quiet and not the emotional type. He gets along with almost everyone and enjoys going to school.
A few months ago, I overslept and was running late taking the kids to school. I could sense a little panic in my son’s behavior but I didn’t think too much into it. When we arrived at their school ten minutes late, my son refused to get out of the car. I was running late for work myself and was in a rush to get the kids to their classrooms. I could see his scared face and body tense up so I parked my car and walked him up to his classroom.
Thirty minutes later, my son, his teacher, the principle and myself are sitting outside his classroom trying to get him to relax and walk into his classroom. I have never seen this side of him before. This was more than just being shy – this was an anxiety attack. I recognized his symptoms and behaviors and have seen them in myself. He wasn’t crying or throwing a tantrum or screaming because he just didn’t want to go to class. His body was shaking very badly, he just stood there moving his hands in front of his face back and forth, trying to breathe and work up the courage to walk into his classroom. Eventually, I was forced to leave and let the teachers handle the situation. I felt like utter shit walking away. (Worst. Parent. Ever.) I wanted to take him home and talk to him about what he was thinking and what his fears were. It was an extremely difficult moment for me, as a parent.
After this incident, I did my very best to leave the house early and always arrive a few minutes early so he could get to his class on time. Well, just last week we left the house at our usual early time and hit traffic. There was a horrible car accident and I knew we were going to be late for school. Because I was sitting in traffic, I had some time to come up with a plan to help my son face his fear. I kept quiet about the time and the fact that we were going to be late until he asked me in concern if we were going to be late. I said that we were and that I was going to be there by his side to help him get into his classroom.
Now, lets get back to this awesome plan. I had to make this as distracting and fun as possible. Sure, it may sound ridiculous but it was all I could come up with in such a short time. Right after he asked me if we were going to be late, I mentioned the movie Inside Out. I asked him to tell me the five emotions that the movie talked about: Fear, Disgust, Anger, Sadness and Joy he responded. I said, “Great! Right now, in this moment Fear is taking over all the other emotions in your mind and trying to stop you from going into your classroom. Lets tell Fear to step aside for a moment so you can handle this yourself. BUT – don’t tell him to go away!! We need Fear. We don’t want to hurt his feelings and never see him again. He’s an emotion we can’t and don’t necessarily want to get rid of.” My son laughed and said, “Okay mom.”. I looked in the rear view mirror and could see him in deep thought as if he was actually picturing the emotions in his head just like in the movie. It was cute.
Perhaps I went a little too far, but I was having fun with this scenario so I kept going:
- Me: Korbin, tell me what Disgust is saying right now.
- Korbin: I hope we don’t have carrots for lunch today! Gross!
- Me: haha Great! Now what is Anger telling you?
- Korbin: Stupid traffic! People need to learn how to drive better!
Me: No kidding! Now, what about Sadness?
- Korbin: I hope everyone in the car accident is OK. (so sweet, right?! Gahh)
Me: I was thinking the same thing! Now, what about Joy?
- Korbin: Ummm, Recess is going to so much fun!
“Awesome, now lets remember to tell Fear that it’s all going to be okay. I’ll be with you every step of the way”, I said. He seemed incredibly distracted at this point, so far my plan has been working. Of course, it helped that his big sister was very engaged as well.
We pull up to the school, I parked and walked my son to his classroom while trying to remain positive and discussing such Fear. Korbin was giggling and basically looking at me like I’m crazy (lets face it, I was.) It came down to the moment of drop off, and he started to tense up and shake. I got down on his level and looked him in the eyes and said, “What do we tell Fear?” He replies, “Step aside!” then he grabs the door handle and walks into his classroom – just. like. that.
Wow. It actually fucking worked.
3 thoughts on “How I handled My Son’s Anxiety Attack”
What an awesome and creative way to help him work through the anxiety while keeping him focused on how important all of his emotions are! You did a heck of a job, especially for having to come up with it on the fly and in traffic. I bet his future meetings with anxiety will be a little bit easier from now on.
Bravo, Super Mom. ❤
That. Made. Me. Cry. You really did. My boys also have sensitive reactions to lateness and other things. Your post reinforced with me the importance of helping kids translate their feelings into words while acknowledging them as valid at the same time. It’s a super tricky thing to do, but your post made it seem like a piece of cake. I’m in active recovery atm and on a high. Your blog is the first really positive one I’ve found on bpd and I’m joyful to have found it. See you again hopefully! Yours, Justine
Thank you so much, Justine!! I’ve been logged off for quite some time, so logging on to see your sweet comment was what I needed. Thank you for your kind words. I hope you and your boys are doing really well! Stay in touch. 🙂