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To Share or Not to Share?



I wish anxiety and OCD were as cut and dry as something like asthma. What causes it? What sets it off? What do you do to make it better? Simple right? 

For anxiety and OCD it's SO different, and when it happens to a child, again, it's so so different. I can't answer the question, "Well, what does he need to be successful in the classroom?" My answer today might not be my answer tomorrow or a week from now. "Phoenix needs to stand up while he works, he needs to be able to move around. He needs to be able to do this would the teacher thinking he isn't doing his work or is a distraction." But next week it might be, "He needs to wash his hands 13 times without the teacher thinking that he's 'playing' in the bathroom." It's not the same all the time. 

I am so thankful that this year Phoenix has had a teacher that has accommodated him and adjusted things and has been aware of his 'issues'. She knows exactly the right place to fix his Velcro on his shoes when they are amiss. She understands that although he has plenty of clothes he has to wear the same pants and shirt right now- yes, we wash them daily. She has been soooo supportive of him in his classroom. But how do I explain that I need for Phoenix's next teachers to do the same? Especially when I don't know exactly what all those things are? 

This is a new journey for our family. As parents, as siblings, and for Phoenix. Our plan is to not let him know he has OCD or Anxiety. Those don't define him. They are part of him, but don't define him. 

The reason I share this: I thought for a while I wouldn't say anything. No one really needed to know, right? Not really, we could work around it. But deep in my heart I know that God has control over the situation, over Phoenix, over out family and our struggles. He's a big big God and he loves my sweet Phoenix even more than I do- that's so hard to believe. I try to be transparent in my life, to share my struggles and to encourage those around me, and to share my heart, to share my journey. <3 

Times like today when I feel lost, when I'm insure of myself, I know that God is in control and I can hold on to his promises. 

Until Next Time- 

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