Separation Anxiety

Managing Separation Anxiety in Autistic Children
Managing Separation Anxiety in Autistic Children

Hi, my name is Moriahlr. I'm here because my daughter was diagnosed with separation anxiety, addiction, dyslexia, and ptsd. I finally got her an IEP and an looking for info on how to support her.

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Hi friends, my life has been a whirlwind since I last posted on here. On my last post, I wrote about Healing Father Wounds because it finally occurred to me that a lot of the dysfunctions, miscommunication, and disagreements in my current relationship has everything to do with my father wounds, and my boyfriend's mother wounds. It brought awareness to our relationship and made me want to learn more about myself and why I behave or think the way I do. Alot of the information was taken from Chat GPT and google search, but still very informative and helpful.

I'm officially back into therapy and have had two sessions so far. I unfortunately missed one because I was bedridden due to depression, but when I communicated this to my therapist - she was very understanding. I made sure to let her know that the whole point of seeking therapy is to not focus solely on my relationship but to dig deep and confront the root of all causes as to why or how I am the way I am today. I learned that it all started from my relationship with my father, and it never really occurred to me that I have been angry at him my whole life. I used to think it was my mother that I was angry at. I realize now that I took all of my anger out on her growing up when she didn't deserve any of that. Afterall, she tried her best. Right now, I am in the beginning stages of forgiveness. For the first time in my life, I feel hopeful and ready to start healing that very part of me that has been missing for so long.

As for my relationship, both my boyfriend and I have decided to take some time to reflect and work on ourselves. He is currently on a two-week cruise for work. We talk every single day and have been practicing gratitude. I can't lie though. I miss him terribly. We are going on day 5 now, and the first 4 days have been hell. I've been crying and moping around because I miss him so much. My separation anxiety and abandonment issues get the best of me but luckily, he does the best he can to check-in with me multiple times a day. I'll keep my head up and remain strong.

Thanks for reading.

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Hi, my name is Christoph. I'm here because I have problems with Separation anxiety and would love to find ways to deal with it healthily.

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I don’t know what you are going through but I truly do wish you all a life full of joy, peace, and happiness at all times. May life get better and better for you each day in every way! I hope and pray only positivity comes your way, nothing negative that you don’t want. You deserve to be happy! May you all be well.

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I’m up right now. Crying because I’m gonna miss my mom. She’s not dying or sick but I plan on moving out in the next year a year and a half at the most. I’m gonna have to decide whether I go no contact with her. The way things are going now it’s getting to that point. I had severe separation anxiety and she’s been toxic and mentally/ verbally/ emotionally abusive to me. My dad died twenty years ago and I’m not really close to any other family members. My mom constantly asks me what I’m gonna do when she’s dead when I get frustrated and cry with her on the phone. (She moved out and is 2 hours away and I have been taking care of my brother who has asd) I don’t know what I supposed to do if and when I go no contact. It terrifies me because I don’t have an answer and I know I’ll miss her and it’s gonna be hard for me. I have supportive friends but I still don’t have an answer to that question. She didn’t raise me to answer that question she raised me to be dependent on her. # narcissistic mom #PTSD #Bipolar2

I am a 51 year old woman that was diagnosed in 2005 with major depression disorder and anxiety. I am raising my 2 grandchildren by myself both children have adhd, separation anxiety and major learning disabilities. I have 4 children my 2 oldest are addicted to drugs my 3rd son died by suicide at 22 which put me in unreal anguish and not being able to function properly in everyday life activities. I live quietly and I keep almost fully to myself at all times, not able to handle the normal ups and downs of even simple everyday life. It’s been almost 5 years since my sons suicide and 7 years since I recieved custody of my 2 grandchildren, everyday life for me is a routine of the same thing done daily to function. No big changes are moves are made, since my sons death a overwhelming fear and pain are a daily reminder of the loss that paralyzed my world. I live mostly in my room and don’t leave the house unless groceries are other necessary things have to be done. Most of my friends didn’t know how to act are deal with my sons Suicide. So in 5 years I have pretty much lived as a hermit daily with my thoughts for company. I’m joining the mighty for information and to understand how I can learn how to live everyday with these things and still be as productive as possible.

Having cerebral palsy means a lot of things. For me, it means having trouble walking; unsteady balance; anxiety because of bullying, falling risks, potential treatment options, etc; and being misunderstood because I truly don’t “fit the mold”.

Cerebral palsy also includes having a higher risk for having disorders like scoliosis and central precocious puberty.
(According to my orthopedist, I have a very, very mild form of scoliosis.)

I also have had to deal with precocious puberty.

I was so young when my hormones “woke up” that I didn’t even realize it was different from how it was “supposed” to go. I was three years old, which is extremely young for that kind of stuff, especially because puberty happens for a girl when she is nine to thirteen.

Added to my list of doctors was a pediatric endocrinologist, who treats hormone-related issues of the endocrine system. Being a fairly private person, the examinations were hard to take—and being young, I had no idea why a stranger had to examine certain areas of the body.

I was told that I was “growing too fast” and had to go to the endocrinologist because of that. X-rays and shots were two of the treatments I underwent.

A third treatment was surgery. An FDA-approved drug implant called Histrelin implant (Supprelin LA) would be surgically inserted into my arm. The function of Supprelin is to stop the sex hormones.
I’d gone through surgery about four times before, but none that I really remembered. A hard part for me was being apart from my twin sister and waking up really early to go to the hospital, but the hardest part was having to go to the operating room without my parents.

My surgeon was (and is) incredibly nice, but I have separation anxiety. As I counted to ten, I remember a tear falling down my cheek. As I got a little older, I remember being afraid that I was going to die. The surgeries were never long, about thirty minutes to an hour, but I was scared.

When I was younger, kids were rowdy and the likelihood of them jolting or brushing my arm was extremely high. My arm was always sensitive after surgery, which caused me to isolate myself from the other kids to ensure I wasn’t hurt.

In the long term, my friendships didn’t suffer deliberately. I was different because of my CP and because I was experiencing so many changes that other kids hadn’t even heard of yet. I was always insecure about being so much taller than other kids, at least for a while, and the fact that my legs wouldn’t mold into “criss-cross applesauce” like my classmates’.

I considered my left side my “bad side” because my left arm is sensitive due to the implant surgeries and my left leg is tighter and weaker, often causing me to trip. My insecurity about my left side has not faded completely. I depend on my right side more because my right arm doesn’t hurt and my right leg is much more cooperative. Aside from the challenges in altering my mentality regarding my left side, going through surgery every year was both mentally and physically hard on me. I missed school for a day each school year, which led to make-up work, and my arm was sore for a while. I couldn’t get my left arm wet for a few days after surgery, which was challenging because I often use both hands to execute tasks.
Not to mention, it was hard to explain why I missed school because I didn’t understand the function of the implant.

Most teenagers haven’t had the experiences I’ve had, both with cerebral palsy and other things. Most teens my age haven’t gone through twelve surgeries. Some kids my age haven’t even had surgery.
My experiences differ from others because, for a while, I looked physically older. When my class was watching puberty videos, I had already experienced most things. I thought it was weird that other girls didn’t know some of the changes because I thought every girl went through puberty when she was three. In the end, it never really made a difference.

The summer I turned eleven, I had my last surgery to remove the Supprelin implant. I was nervous because I didn’t know how I would change.
Aside from getting one of the hugest bruises I’ve ever seen on my arm, I was fine. There’s really no evidence of what I went through unless you count my scar and its scar tissue.
My parents were told that I might not grow as tall because precocious puberty limits height in the long term, but right now I’m only an inch or two shorter than my sister. I’m having more physical therapy (this time on my arm) because it throbs randomly sometimes. I have quite the scar tissue buildup from six surgeries on the same arm, but I’m gaining more strength.

My experiences have made me so much stronger. The reason for writing this article was not to complain or to be pitied, but to talk about a possible aspect of CP that often gets overlooked. Precocious Puberty and other hormone disorders can happen as a result of cerebral palsy. I know it can be embarrassing, but I think we need to talk about it.
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