Some time ago, my daughter really started to struggle. The build-up to Christmas at school seemed to be the final straw, and after weeks of trying to be a perfect sitter in rehearsals for the nativity, she was no longer able to manage within her usual boundaries. Getting her into school each morning became harder and harder, and things at home were difficult too. At first I thought it was anxiety. Then a GP suggested autism, and as I read everything I could find about autism in girls, the pieces began to fit together with what we had seen since she came into the world.
The NHS were not able to refer us, and we were fortunate to be able to arrange a private diagnosis. A diagnosis is not a magic pill, but it helped us understand her, and it told us where she needed support.
She was carrying a great deal. Very high anxiety, mostly around school, where she felt least safe. A sensitivity to clothes that could tip her over the edge. Low self-esteem, to the point of calling herself a bad girl, which she never was. A sensitivity to noise, to crowds, to a friend's offhand remark, to being told off, even to being looked at the wrong way. By Christmas she could not sit with the family for a meal, the meltdowns could last for hours, and she could not manage a full day at school. When she ran out of energy to mask, she would hide her face so no one could see it.
I already knew Gentle Release had helped her with the clothing sensitivity before, so it felt worth trying. From the difficult place we were in, it took a number of sessions. At the start she was having maybe four short sessions a week for a few weeks. Sometimes a session was followed by an outburst that made no obvious sense, but it always settled quickly, and it felt to me like pent-up energy finding its way out.
With her extra sensitivities, that bucket fills quickly, and when she is full-up it can feel to her as though there is no way out, everything to process at once, feelings and physical sensations together. Gentle Release seems to help empty it a little, so she has more room to cope, with the day, and with whatever new comes her way.
Her school have put a great deal in place to support her, and she is back almost full time now. The mornings that were once so hard are a memory. She is steadier at home, and the meltdowns happen far less often than they did, and pass more quickly when they do. I keep a careful eye on that bucket, and we build in a session when it looks like things are starting to mount up. As she gets older, I want her to feel that her way of experiencing the world is part of who she is, not something to be ashamed of, and I want to help her learn to notice the signs herself, so she can ask for a session, or one day do Gentle Release for herself.
There is a longer piece on the blog about the months when even a single sock could tip her over the edge, and how Gentle Release came alongside us through it. Worth a read if you recognise your own child here.