11/18/2024
🎃 🎁 🦃🎄🎅 🎇 A long but worthy read...As the holiday season ramps up, here's one neurodivergent person's experience, from her own childhood perspective, of what the holidays really feel like... not unlike my own! If you're feeling more stressed or noticing more behavioral challenges in your child, remember this time of year can be overwhelming, especially for neurodivergent individuals! Grace, compassion, reducing the "shoulds" and focusing on what's most important for your unique family will get you through.
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"The weather is changing and my house is changing and nothing feels familiar. Furniture was moved for the Christmas tree and the air smells different everywhere I go, even in my own house. I'm panicked by the concept of change, but I'm going to find ways to feel more in control. Today that might look like joining you in decorating, but tomorrow it might be setting fire to the tree.
The holiday commands enjoyment and celebration with family and friends, but I can't seem to stop misbehaving. I like seeing other kids but I have nervous energy that keeps coming out in ways that look naughty, and I don't feel like I can get along with everyone. lt's a lot of effort for me to arrange my psyche and disposition in a way that makes me acceptable to each person I see. I squirm when you add to the list of what I need to do or not do, or how I need to behave or not behave, because my emotional and mental loads are too high already.
Everyone says that Christmas is not about presents. But the more you tell me that Christmas isn't about presents, the more I'm going to fixate on them, and the more uncomfortable I'm going to be. In turn, I will irritate you more, which will further my own discomfort. Remember that mental and emotional load? If you put one of my presents under the tree, I will obsess over it, because I don't understand why it's been chosen for me and wrapped for me but I can't have it due to some arbitrary date in the calendar. How can a kid not focus on presents? Getting them feels so good. I crave the dopamine surge from unwrapping surprises. All the anticipation is making me crazy.
When I am expected to get people gifts, I feel nervous about disappointing them or embarrassing myself. I want to be thoughtful and make people happy, but sometimes it's easier to resist buying gifts, or to deliberately get them wrong or make them silly, so that I don't have to question myself over and over until Christmas. I can't handle the idea of writing a Christmas card either, because we all know that s**t will be thrown away with the wrapping paper anyway. I do want to wrap some gifts though, because it's a fun challenge and sensory experience. The tape is so cool to play with and those scissors are calling to me. I don't know why you lose your patience with me when I don't fold it how you like. The paper will be ripped up anyway!
I'm physically sick from the volume and variety of food all around, and the expectations of what I should or shouldn't eat and how much. Temptations are everywhere, and my self-control is slipping. I want to eat all the sugary things but I'm expected to sit at tables and make annoying small talk while being asked to 'try this' despite having an anxious knot in my belly. All I want to do is watch TV or play video games so that I don't have to think about any of this.
I'm also confused about what/who the hell Santa is, and why it's appropriate for this particular man to break into my house. I want to ask you a million questions about him, but I'm scared that if I do then I won't get presents. That elf on the shelf is interesting and fun but it's also creeping me out because I already feel bad about myself, anxious about my safety, and completely lacking in control--I don't want to be watched. What does "being good" look like? Am I doing it right? Also, I'm definitely touching that elf. I have to. I can't explain why, but it's mostly because you told me not to. I'm a kid, and curiosity helps me learn how things work.
There is so much I want you to understand. Christmas hats are itchy and the clothes are too hot. I fluctuate between enjoying the lights and being overstimulated by them. I have to make crafts at school and cookies at home, and I'm supposed to write wish lists for things that I love today and might hate tomorrow. None of this makes sense--your traditions are stupid. There are too many places to go, things to be shopped for, people to please, and noises all around. I don't want to stand in a long queue for someone in a red suit that I'm not quite sure about. Why is this song playing AGAIN? If I have to smile for one more picture, I'm going to lose my s**t. Why do you want this? What the f*** are we doing?
I feel every iota of stress that the adults are feeling, and I don't know what to do with it. My behavior is chaotic because I am conflicted by joy and apprehension, by excitement and overwhelm. I want to love all of this so I force myself to participate as best I can. By Christmas day, I am exhausted from smells and sounds and lights and people and activities and hoping and wondering and wishing...then, suddenly, within a small and explosive period of time, it's all over. The hype disappears with the gift wrap and empty boxes.
There are no more gifts and Santa is gone and the elf is leaving and everyone's vacation is over and decorations are coming down. I didn't get everything I wanted and feel guilty that I'm not grateful for every little thing. I don't understand why Santa gave other kids better things than I got, or why my siblings or cousins got more than I did. At least that's how it feels. I think it's because I was bad this year even though I tried my best. And now there's nothing at all to look forward to. There is no debriefing and no closure for Christmas, even though its disappearance feels like a huge loss. I had just come to accept all of this as the 'new normal'.
I've been acting like a 'brat' because I feel overwhelmed and misunderstood. I wish I could be a better kid for you, but this is the best I can do right now. I really am sorry."
By Kyla Mills
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