Now that Max is a teenager I see different
trials for him, not as physically challenging, but more of an emotional. He no
longer desires to sit inside the dryer ( I don’t think he would fit) or bang
his head on the floor (he stopped that when he was about six). The struggles he
faces are more with social interactions and understanding reasoning behind why
people act in ways he doesn’t understand. Max has more anxiety than he did
years ago. And this summer proved that point when he had his first panic
attack.
Right before I left for an adult
church activity, I asked Max if he had his cell phone and reminded him to make
sure the ringer volume was turned on so he could hear my call. I told him I
would call to check on him. He was fine with that. Right after I was seated at
the activity I looked out into the hallway and who did I see standing barefoot,
red faced and sweating? Max. He had tried to chase the car all the way to the
church building to let us know he couldn’t find his phone.
The horrible thing about all this
is, I had his phone in my purse, I felt so terrible knowing I had asked him to
keep his phone on and nearby and it was with me.
This
was Max’s first panic attack and I hope he never has one again. Poor guy got a
huge blister on his foot from running on the hot cement.
He said, “Mom, one
good thing that came out of this experience is, I learned how to cross the
road.”
Love ya, Max!! Sis. Reed
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