Just thought I’d check in. Things have been going around in familiar circles with ds here. No forward movement, but not a massive downward slide either. His psychotherapist basically said we needed to stop and take stock, as we were just fighting whichever fire was the most urgent on the day of each appointment and not getting a chance to deal with the underlying issues. (His anxiety end of year exams took up several sessions, costing us hundreds to end up discussing revision techniques, rather than actually doing any psychology work. He was convinced he was going to fail, but somehow managed decent passes on them all.)
His Psychiatrist wants to keep him at the same level of meds for now, as his worst OCD rituals are controlled. I’m not so sure, his big/obvious rituals are reduced, but he is constantly ruminating and his level of avoidance of well, just about everything is getting ridiculous. Dirt, germs, ‘contamination with . He basically doesn’t touch anything unless he really can’t avoid it and if he does have to touch it, he will use any means necessary to go and wash/clean his hands without being noticed as soon as he possibly can. Problem being, he denies all this when we see his Psych and says it’s just habit that eg, he doesn’t touch doorhandles and he can do it if he wants to.
The decision has been made to work on his underlying low-self-esteem and self-loathing issues with his Psychotherapist, but if he can’t cope with those sessions, she has lined up an EMDR practitioner who is going to try and work with him to adapt the EMDR to be more accessible for him.
I am dreading the summer holidays - which start in less than a week in his case, as he will just spiral, whilst at the same time refusing to come out of his —cave— room or do anything that might stop him becoming increasingly depressed.
I have been in a bad way, physically, myself and his brother has had a really bad exacerbation of his illness as well, necessitating trips to A&E for monitoring and complete bedrest, so it’s all been a bit full on to say the least. He has had to drop all but his Maths GCSE, as he just hasn’t been well enough to study. (We’re hoping he might be able to pick Science and English back up in September.) I feel like I really need a break, when in actual fact I am just about to end up with all three of them at home for 8 and 6 weeks.
I always hate these last few weeks before the summer holidays, schools suddenly seem to ramp up their demands on parents, lots of ‘events’, school trips (which as many of you will know are massively anxiety inducing in lots of our children), non-uniform days, bring in this or that, donate this or that, it’s never ending. With three children at three different schools it’s not unheard of for me to get 15 emails from schools in one day. The only saving grace is that with my younger son still being on medical leave, I can ignore the ones from his school at the moment.