Coronavirus, Flu, and Not-So-Common Sense

Have you stocked up on surgical masks and canned beans yet? Retreated from public life? Do you even own a bomb shelter?

Ever since CDC announced a few days ago that it’s only a matter of time before Coronavirus hits the U.S. en force, the American people have been going a little bat-pooping-bananas. (Its an industry term.)

I’m not here to tell you not to worry about this much-feared infectious disease, or to lecture you about the higher likelihood of contracting the flu. And though I’m very pro flu vaccine, I’m not here to talk about that either.

What I want you to know is that despite the fact that there is no known cure for these viral infections, there is a proven, extremely effective, easy, and cheap prevention method that you already have access to. It’s called hand-washing, and I am begging you to do it.

Multiple studies have found that washing your hands the right way* kills germs and prevents disease.

Unfortunately, almost nobody actually does it the right way. A 2018 FDA study found that most people fail to properly wash their hands 97% of the time. Ninety-seven percent! That’s only 3% less that ALL the dang time!

*For the record, here’s the right way to wash your hands:

  • Turn on the water and leave it running.
  • Wet your hands.
  • Get soap.
  • Rub your hands together vigorously for at least 20 seconds. (NOT UNDER THE WATER. Why do so many people think they should rub their hands together under the water? This rinses off the soap!)
  • Need a timer? Sing the ABC song, or sing Happy Birthday twice.
  • Scrub every inch of your hands, fingers, and wrists, including under your nails.
  • Rinse your hands.
  • Dry with a clean towel.

It’s also important to know when to wash your hands.

  • Before, during, and after preparing food. (If you crack an egg or touch raw meat and don’t wash your hands immediately, you’re spreading germs all over your kitchen.)
  • After using the toilet, or touching it for any reason.
  • After helping a child use the toilet or changing a diaper.
  • Before and after eating.
  • After sneezing, coughing, or blowing your nose.
  • After touching an animal.
  • Anytime you’re around a sick person.
  • After leaving a particularly geeky place, like a doctor’s office or a school.
  • Before and after brushing your teeth.
  • After touching dirty laundry. (All dirty underwear has feces on it y’all. Feces.)
  • And just multiple times throughout the day! Basically, if the thought pops into your head, just go wash your hands!

You might be thinking, “Gee, Nicole. That sounds a little excessive. Do I really need to wash my hands all the live long day?”

Yes! Yes you do! Because do you want to know what happens when you don’t wash your hands? You eat poop.

That’s right. You. Eat. Poop. Even if you can’t see it, there are little particles of poop on your hands after you use the bathroom or touch your bottom. And remember, almost nobody washes their hands the right way. So if you shake someone’s hand, or even just touch something they touched, you’ve got their poop on your hands. The next time you touch your mouth, you eat poop.

So please, wash your hands. (Unless you like poop.)

Special Education, 504 Plans, and Homework PIAs

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You all know that three of my kids have diagnosed mental illnesses. What you might not know is that one of them has to go to an intensive outpatient program (IOP) three times a week after school. This program is three hours long, and it’s a 45-60 minute drive from my home, depending on traffic. This means that I have to pick my kid up early from school, and we don’t get home until 15 minutes before bedtime.

Needless to say, this leaves very little time for homework.

I requested a 504 meeting because I wanted my kid to have a reduced homework load and extra time to complete the homework, especially on IOP days. The guidance counselor suggested that it might be easier to just work out a “deal” with the teachers who assign the homework, since a 504 meeting takes 30 days to schedule. I said that would be fine.

Unfortunately, the teachers kept offering “deals” that involved turning in homework on the mornings after IOP. I told them that this wouldn’t work, because we literally have zero minutes available for homework on those evenings. They wouldn’t budge, so I told them we’ll have to have the 504 meeting.

So I’m already pretty frustrated with the inflexibility here, but then this happened. Yesterday, I logged onto SchoolMax, which is an online program that allows parents to check their children’s grades. I noticed that my kid has zeroes on several homework assignments that I know were completed. My husband and I helped said kid with this homework for HOURS over the last two weekends. So I checked my kid’s take home folder, and sure enough, there were the homework assignments, still not turned in.

This kid has ADHD, and the kid also turns in homework at a different time from the rest of the class, so it really didn’t surprise me that the homework was forgotten. I took photos of the homework and emailed it to the teachers, explaining that it had been forgotten in the folder.

The teachers’ response is what has me all riled up this morning.

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They told me that the reading log had the wrong dates on it, so my kid can’t get credit for reading last week. And they said that two of the assignments were past due, so no credit there either.

I don’t understand the point of this power play. He reads for much longer than 20 minutes each day. My kid reads in the car, on the bus, while walking down the street, in bed when the kid is supposed to be sleeping. So what if the kid wrote the wrong dates on the log? My husband and I spent many frustrating hours helping with these homework assignments. My kid spent many frustrating hours DOING these homework assignments instead of playing outside like a normal kid. And now they’re saying that the assignments get ZEROES??

I have now replied, explaining that forgetting to turn in homework, especially outside of the normal classroom routine, is a pretty common symptom of ADHD, and I’d hate to see my kid get academically penalized for having a diagnosed mental illness. We’ll see what they say.

In the meantime, I’m sharing this story with you so that you can see how frustrating it can be to get your kid help, even when you try hard. This kid is in third grade. THIRD GRADE!

I’m not done here. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get a better solution in the end. But it won’t come without a heck of a lot of stress.

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Actively Listening to Your Child

Can we talk for a moment about listening? Or rather, actively listening?

As Americans, when we have conversations, we’re conditioned to do something that psychologists call “reloading” while the other person is talking. This means that instead of truly listening to our conversation partner, we’re preparing what we will say next. (Don’t worry. The other person is doing it to you too. You’re not a total narcissist.)

For parents, the reloading problem is even worse when we talk to our kids. Adults tend to think that we already know what’s important in this conversation. ESPECIALLY if we’re discussing a behavior problem.

The thing is, we don’t actually know everything. Consider the possibility that maybe your child isn’t having a fit at bedtime simply for the joy of causing you misery. Maybe he’s not actually refusing to eat broccoli because he wants attention. It could be that there is something your child knows that you don’t know.

In fact, considering that your child is the only person who actually has access to his own thoughts, he definitely knows something you don’t. He might have difficulty articulating it, but he knows more about the reasons for his difficult behavior than you do.

So if you truly want to know what’s going on inside his mind, you’ll have to stop reloading, and start listening. Here’s how to do it.

Start by asking your child a non-judgmental, open-ended question about a problem he’s having.

For example, “Hey. I’ve noticed that you seem to be having some trouble at bed time. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

If your kid answers you, that’s fantastic. Now it’s your turn to listen. Focus on what your child is saying, then reflect it back.

So if your kid says, “I just don’t think it’s fair that I have to go to bed at 8:00.”

Then you say, “I hear you saying that you don’t think your bedtime is fair.” Then you add a probing question to get more information. Something like, “Can you tell me more about that?”

Resist the urge to pass judgement here! There’s no need to give your justification for the 8:00 bedtime or lecture about how many hours of sleep a child should be getting. Just listen, reflect, and probe. Keep doing it until you completely understand your child’s thoughts or concerns.

After this, you can give your point of view. You’re still in charge. You still make the rules about bedtime or whatever the issue is. But your child will feel understood and you might just have a productive conversation.

On Bed Time Meltdowns

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“Dear God, just get me to bed time.” What parent hasn’t uttered those words at least one (billion?) times?

For me, bed time is not my favorite time of day. Not at all. We have very serious power struggles at bed time. My 4-year-old, in particular, is a master at making the getting-to-bed process as painful as possible.

And before you suggest it, here are all the things I’ve already tried:

  • Creating a predictable bed time routine
  • Limiting screens in the evening
  • Limiting sugar
  • Bed time yoga
  • Bed time meditation
  • Giving him a warm bath
  • Letting him sleep with a night light
  • Letting him sleep in my room
  • Snuggling with him in his bed
  • Using a sound machine
  • Rubbing his back
  • Telling him stories

And just for fun, here are a few things I have not yet tried but have seriously considered:

  • Prescription opiates
  • Chloroform
  • Belt-buckle restraints like those things you see in the movies
  • Electrifying his bedroom doorknob after 8:00 pm

(Obviously, I’m kidding. Sort of.)

Here’s the thing. It’s great that some things work for some kids, and it’s normal that they don’t work for other kids. I used to think that if something worked for most kids, then they were supposed to work for every kid. This just isn’t true. And anyone who says differently is selling something.

(For the record, I don’t actually believe that life is pain. I just really love The Princess Bride.)


Here’s what (sometimes) works for my kid, for what it’s worth.

I stay calm, no matter what. No matter how loud or frustrating his behavior gets, I don’t yell, or argue.

He says, “I should get to stay up as late as I want and you should never get what you want!”

I say, “I know, bud.”

He says, “I’m never going to bed!”

I say, “Ok, bud.”

He says, “I’m going to build a country where kids stay up all night and grown ups never get their way and you’re never invited!”

I say, “I hear you.”

Then I calmly put him in his room, kiss him good night, and walk out. He screams for a few more minutes. I say nothing. Then he stops and falls asleep.

Until he gets back up an hour and a half later, but that’s another story.

What are your strategies for bed time meltdowns?

Mental Health Tools: Dogs Are a Spirited Kid’s Best Friend

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Occasionally, I’ll share some of the therapeutic tools that my kids and I use to help control their mental health symptoms. Today’s tool is snuggling our dogs.

One of the symptoms of my son’s mental illness is that he his anxiety often turns to rage. He feels anxious, he convinces himself that a problem is unsolvable, he spirals out of control, and rages.

His therapist has taught him a few tools to calm himself down when he’s feeling anxious, like taking deep breaths and counting to ten, but none of them worked. The reason they didn’t work was because my kid didn’t believe they would work. Why didn’t he believe? I can only guess, but I think it was because his anxiety was so strong that it convinced him that nothing would work.

That all changed when a Crisis Intervention Team (CIT) counselor did something amazing: He asked my son what HE thought would work.

My kid had had another one of his rage episodes, and this was the third day in a row that he’d done it. I called CIT in desperation. (If you’ve never heard of CIT, please check them out on my resources page. They are a godsend.)

The CIT counselors, my son, and I discussed what had happened, and the tools he could’ve used to calm himself down. I told the counselor that my son’s therapist had taught him to take deep breaths when he was anxious, but that he never even tries to take deep breaths, even when I remind him.

“Why don’t you try the deep breaths?” said the counselor.

“I don’t know,” said my son. “I guess when I’m feeling like that, my brain convinces me that I can’t do anything my mom says.”

“OK,” said the counselor. “Let’s try to find something that YOU say will work.”

My son screwed up his face. He wasn’t used to coming up with his own tools. “Okaaaaaayyyyy.”

“So,” said the counselor, “what makes you feel calm?”

A pause. Tentative eyebrows. “Snuggling my dogs?”

“OK. What does it feel like when you snuggle the dogs?”

“I don’t know. I just feel better. Like I stop thinking about whatever was bothering me and just relax because they never stop loving me no matter what.”

“I think we’ve found your best tool,” said the counselor.

And he was right. Now, whenever my son starts getting agitated, I send him to the dogs. He doesn’t need a time out or a punishment. Not yet anyway. He needs to settle down FIRST so that he can learn LATER. So he snuggles the dogs. And they are happy to oblige.

What do you all think of animal therapy? Do you have any other innovative tools you’d like to share? I’d love to hear about them! Please comment!

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Oliver is ready to snuggle!

Let It Be

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The other night, as we climbed into the car after an evening at my parent’s house, my kids were going berserk. Yelling, teasing, complaining, and just generally discombobulating all over the place. I decided to put on some soothing music to calm them down. And to me, there is no more soothing song than the Beatles “Let It Be.”

Apparently, my kids agree, because they all quieted down to listen to Paul McCartney’s comforting libretto. It was quiet. And glorious. And magical. In fact, from now on, whenever I meditate, I’m gonna conjure that moment in the car when my kids all went from noise zealots to zen monks at the push of my Apple Music button.

But then, of course, I ruined it. I failed to heed Mother Mary’s words of wisdom when one of my kids–Rattled. A box. Of raisins.

That’s right. I ruined the magical car tranquility by demanding to know what was making that sound. The sound of raisins rattling in a box. The silence was broken. My kid got defensive. Then the other kids piled on. And instead of a peaceful ride home, I got a bickering ride home.

What’s my point? Parenting is hard, especially when your kids have a mental illness or some other sort of special needs. Don’t make it harder. Your kids already have plenty of behaviors that need correcting. Don’t add in unimportant stuff like rattling a box of raisins.

Did you have a “box of raisins” moment this week? Please share. Let’s learn from each other!

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Health, Mental Health, and Parenting

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Hello friends! Welcome to my brand new blog!

This blog is part of my brand new website, Where the Heart Is. If you followed my previous blog, you’ll recognize the title. It’s the same! This site is quite a bit different, though, so stick with me a moment while I explain.

I might occasionally share posts from my old blog for a couple of reasons. First, they are hilarious and I don’t want to lose them. And second, some of them will fit here.

I created this website for two main purposes. First, I wanted to showcase my writing. As you know, I am a professional freelance writer, and I frequently publish my work in magazines, newspapers, and blogs. Therefore, I need a space where future clients can go to see samples of my writing.

Second, and equally important, I want to share stories of my experiences in parenting children with mental health diagnoses. Our culture is making a lot of progress toward reducing the stigma surrounding mental illness. But we still have work to do. I hope that by sharing my experiences, I can normalize mental health care for others.

I am a former child therapist with an MSW and years of experience, but I still felt utterly unprepared to parent my mentally ill kids. And when I look around at a world of parenting advice that was built for parents of neurotypical children, I feel frustrated and alone. If you’re interested in learning more, I hope you’ll follow me.

And if you are parenting a child with a mental illness, I really hope you’ll follow and get in touch! Love and peace!