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<blockquote data-quote="TerryJ2" data-source="post: 213340" data-attributes="member: 3419"><p>She sounds like me when I was little.</p><p> </p><p>The temperamental, budding artist. Princess and the Pea.</p><p> </p><p>Don't know much about cluttering. Does she have fine motor control issues? (I'm wondering about rocks in her shoe laces.)</p><p> </p><p>The other issues ... does she respect doctors and their advice? Can you tell her that the dr said that if she picks at sand in her hair, it will make it worse? You can buy her Head and Shoulders and tell her that sand and dandruff are both forms of psoriasis or seborrea or something ... Maybe give her permission only to pick at her hair for a set amt of time ea day. She has to sit in a special chair and pick. If she doesn't want to, that's the goal! (I actually read that in a Rosemond column.)</p><p> </p><p>I used to worry about things going down the toilet, too. When I was her age, we had to wear uniforms--red and gray plaid *wool( (scratchy) jumpers and white blouses, and gray tams. A friend and I were throwing our tams in the girl's restroom, like frisbees, and of course, mine sailed over the top of a stall and landed right in a toilet. When I went to retrieve it, it turned out that someone had thrown up in that toilet! Probably the only time I've *wanted* my clothing to be flushed down the toilet! LOL! I retrieved it and washed it and then had my mom send it to the cleaners, and despite all that, I never wore it again.</p><p> </p><p>I would suggest some practice runs with-the toilet, for example. "Accidentally" flush something of minor value down the toilet while she's watching (a cheap plastic kid's ring maybe), and get upset, but after a minute, say with-a shrug, "Well, I can always buy a new one." (ring, not toilet!) LOL.</p><p> </p><p>Really, she reminds me of myself at that age. Except my speech was okay.</p><p>I cried constantly. I hated my clothes--tags, etc.</p><p>I loved peace and quiet. I hid in small spaces. Loved being under beds.</p><p> </p><p>My mom wanted to take me to a psychiatric. My dad said to leave me alone. (Thank you, Dad!)</p><p> </p><p>It's a fine line, figuring out which issues to tackle and which ones to leave alone. If she's got something bigger, you want to catch it early of course. Glad you got the appointment b4 Thanksgiving!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="TerryJ2, post: 213340, member: 3419"] She sounds like me when I was little. The temperamental, budding artist. Princess and the Pea. Don't know much about cluttering. Does she have fine motor control issues? (I'm wondering about rocks in her shoe laces.) The other issues ... does she respect doctors and their advice? Can you tell her that the dr said that if she picks at sand in her hair, it will make it worse? You can buy her Head and Shoulders and tell her that sand and dandruff are both forms of psoriasis or seborrea or something ... Maybe give her permission only to pick at her hair for a set amt of time ea day. She has to sit in a special chair and pick. If she doesn't want to, that's the goal! (I actually read that in a Rosemond column.) I used to worry about things going down the toilet, too. When I was her age, we had to wear uniforms--red and gray plaid *wool( (scratchy) jumpers and white blouses, and gray tams. A friend and I were throwing our tams in the girl's restroom, like frisbees, and of course, mine sailed over the top of a stall and landed right in a toilet. When I went to retrieve it, it turned out that someone had thrown up in that toilet! Probably the only time I've *wanted* my clothing to be flushed down the toilet! LOL! I retrieved it and washed it and then had my mom send it to the cleaners, and despite all that, I never wore it again. I would suggest some practice runs with-the toilet, for example. "Accidentally" flush something of minor value down the toilet while she's watching (a cheap plastic kid's ring maybe), and get upset, but after a minute, say with-a shrug, "Well, I can always buy a new one." (ring, not toilet!) LOL. Really, she reminds me of myself at that age. Except my speech was okay. I cried constantly. I hated my clothes--tags, etc. I loved peace and quiet. I hid in small spaces. Loved being under beds. My mom wanted to take me to a psychiatric. My dad said to leave me alone. (Thank you, Dad!) It's a fine line, figuring out which issues to tackle and which ones to leave alone. If she's got something bigger, you want to catch it early of course. Glad you got the appointment b4 Thanksgiving! [/QUOTE]
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