I’ve been avoiding writing in this thing and the longer I avoid it the more I don’t want to do it. Sometimes the words are scary. Sometimes you have no idea where to begin. I’ll try though.
Prozac is a wonderful drug. Recently, I’ve been slack about my medication. I keep forgetting to take it and when I remember I just think “oh it’s too late, i’ll do it tomorrow.” Then, I don’t. The level of Prozac in my body was not at a therapeutic level in the past few weeks and with my upcoming cycle… it was a recipe for disaster.
All I needed was one trigger. That trigger was my son’s Christmas performance at school. I was so excited to see him perform but also very nervous. I saw him as he walked in the sanctuary. He saw everyone and immediately turned to run away. The teacher nudged him forward and he saw us and became more at ease. He stood there with the other children and he performed like he was supposed to… however, anxiety set in. He started to jump up and down, yell things randomly, sit down when he should have been standing, etc. It wasn’t highly disruptive… but I was sensitive to it because of everything going on this year. They had a teacher sitting beside him guarding him like a prisoner. If he looked in the wrong direction she corrected him. Side note: I haven’t decided if she just has a naturally mean resting face… or if she just really is mean and grumpy all the time. I am not a fan of his teachers. Anyway, with each criticism he seemed to act worse. It was painful to watch.
Last year, his Christmas performance was a dream. He did a perfect job. He was so happy. I cried… I couldn’t believe how grown up he was… how well he did. It was magical. This year, that joy was not there. He was an anxious mess. I knew in that moment that what my gut had been telling me all year was right. He needed out of that school. The teachers are not supportive. They’re judgmental and critical. They aren’t providing a nurturing environment for my baby… they’re stressing him out more.
It took some convincing but my husband is finally in agreement with me. He saw the performance and knew that we should take my son out of preschool as well. I am now talking with other preschools to find a place that is more understanding, compassionate and supportive.
In therapy one of the main things I talk about is trying to figure out where the line is… between the crazy stories my OCD and anxiety try to tell me… and what my gut is rationally telling me. It is very hard to know which to listen to all the time. When your gut is really telling you something… I think you know that feeling when you feel it. Others can doubt you… disagree or tell you otherwise… but you know. I’ve known since September that this school was not the right fit. I’ve known since September that is teacher was not the right teacher for him… (or maybe anyone?) and I’ve tried to talk myself out of this…but I haven’t been able to because it is what it is. I know now that my gut is telling me to take him out of that school and I’m confident in the decision.
The holidays were especially hard for many reasons. The performance was disappointing, the kids were sick, I was off my meds, we traveled and we’re exhausted. We’re feeling better, I’m on my meds and I’m grateful for the newfound confidence in this specific situation. I hope the New Year brings us some much needed rest, relaxation and clarity.