Sitting In Time-Out

time-outWell, it finally happened.
I gave myself a time-out. And now I truly understand the look on a child’s face when they are forced to sit in a puddle of their own emotions.
It doesn’t help so much.
Yes, it waylays the overwhelming urge to throw oneself on the floor and scream like a demented wrestler but don’t let any parent bs you – all the sticky feelings are still there. They’ve just been temporarily blanketed.
At least that’s how I feel right now with Mom as her holiday angst ramps up and up and up and . . .

Next year, if the three of us are still here, all calendars will be removed. All newspapers temporarily cancelled and phony window coverings with pictures of hot summery days will be installed. And I’ll lie like I was born to it. I’ll do whatever it takes to get through the holidays with my mind unexploded. I swear I will.

But I know that’s a lie. I won’t.

And all self-pity kidding aside, everyone knows how difficult holidays are for those suffering with mental disorders. When someone is a natural people pleaser like Mom, the anxiety levels increase. The pre-holiday sense is one long cycle of feeling like something needs to be done but they can’t figure out what or they stress because they can’t remember their holiday preparations. So they cycle and recycle the emotions and if the caregiver reacts to the anxiety, they react to the reactions.
Oy Vey!

And that is what forced me to stick me in time-out.

I wonder if it’s too late to learn stress-relieving bad words in sign language?


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