Showing posts with label OCD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label OCD. Show all posts

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Spring Break

Spring break is not a "relaxing" time for kids who require a predictable routine every day...so we welcomed back the visual schedule to our home!



Due to D's anxiety, OCD, and PTSD, he needs a regular and predictable schedule. When he first came to live with us, we used these schedule cards every day for a year and a half. For kids who have been through foster care and trauma, unscheduled time is not relaxing. There are more cards than shown above, but this gives the general idea. We have cards for bath, homework, swimming, playtime, etc. To help with the 11 days at home (four of which Dad was gone), I made sure to go over the daily plan each morning during breakfast. It didn't change hardly at all since we spent the break playing at home, but the cards were discussed daily. If we decided to change something during the day, we all went to the schedule and changed the cards around. Even though it doesn't have times, the kids could see what was "coming up next." Appointments, walks, art, and movies also made appearances during break.

Overall, it was the best spring break we have had in the three years we have had the kiddos. We had dentist appointments (again) and a few excursions like a picnic at a local outdoor area and checking out a ranch. There were very few meltdowns and fits! I am not sure the cards can take all the credit, but I think they were a major factor.

Visit my Etsy shop for these schedule cards as a digital download! They have been a lifesaver!



Sunday, February 22, 2015

OCD

Footsteps went down the hall. 
"Stupid blankets." 
I opened one eye to see that it was barely 7:00 in the morning. More footsteps. 
"Stupid bed." 
I stumbled into D's room to find him obsessively re-making his bed, blankets strewn all over. I helped him make the bed and set his animals neatly on the covers. 
"Go watch cartoons or something," I said. 
He looked at me like I was crazy and then stared at the clock. 3:12. What?!?! Apparently I can't trust my eyes when I first get up! 
"Okay, go back to sleep," I suggested. 
"I can't! I will mess up my covers!" he protested. 
"Then come lay in my room." 
"What about a pillow?" he questioned. 
"You can't move the pillows either? Okay...here is one you can have." 
He tossed and turned for over 45 minutes before finally succumbing to sleep. 

What in the world? Is he starting to demonstrate severe obsessive compulsive tendencies? Is this a one time event? I guess only time will tell.