Kim Vincenty and son Jack
Actionable advice from a mama who has been there, too.
My palms were sweaty. My heart was pounding. Low-grade nausea and swirling thoughts distracted me from the simplest tasks. Yes, I was experiencing anxiety: My 11-year-old child had just been diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). I couldn’t bear how utterly miserable he was and how quickly OCD was diminishing his world. As with most mothers in the animal kingdom, I physically reacted to seeing my child in pain.
Fortunately, the mama bear in me rose to the occasion, and I went into protection mode. But the question was, what does protection look like when a child gets an OCD diagnosis? And what do I have to do to get my child to real safety? [Read the entire article HERE]
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Original Article from Motherly]
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