My ds is 2.4, very tall for his age and looks much older than he is and I'm finding it hard to deal with other people's expectations of him in terms of development and behaviour. Or my interpretation of their expectations would be more accurate.
He's not aggressive, but he is quite boisterous and tactile, not at all shy, and is always that toddler, you know, the one running around and trying things and talking and hugging other children.
I'm very shy (though I've learnt, usually, to cover it up) and can find it excruciating to deal with others if I'm in the wrong frame of mind. I took him to one of those music/play things today (as I've got this week off, usually work FT). He was fine, just his lovely self. I think he needs quite close watching as if he bumps into other little kids or snatches things (as is developmentally appropriate for a young 2 yr old), as he is so much bigger than them, then I want to be able to sort it out.
But I ended up having a flaming panic attack and having to leave three quarters of the way through as I felt everyone was judging me for being a crap mother. I'm sure they weren't, but my brain wouldn't have it.
He's just gone down for his nap, and the adrenaline from the panic attack has worn off and I'm just feeling like the worst mum in the world. You know as though he deserves someone normal, someone who can cope with bloody playgroups without ending up hyperventilating and in tears. And guilty for thinking on the way home, that my life would be easier with a quiet, introverted child, even though I wouldn't change him for anything and it was just a fleeting selfish/panic driven thought.
Writing it down makes me see that I'm thinking in black and white, absolute terms, and that's never helpful, so I will try to get it in perspective. It was only one bad experience, right? And it gets easier, and you need to face the fear and do it anyway....