Hello and Welcome Back to The Therapist Diaries, It's all new to me. This just wasn't a thing back in my day. It’s a statement I hear constantly from parents who are trying to understand the growing list of diagnoses attached to children today. ADHD. Autism. Anxiety disorders. Sensory processing difficulties. Oppositional Defiant Disorder. Dyslexia. PDA profiles. School avoidance. Emotional dysregulation. The list seems to grow longer every year. I have sympathy, it's hard for parents today. When it comes to mental health, parents today are truly trying to make sense of a world that feels completely different from the one they grew up in. Today it can seem as though every child has a label, a diagnosis, a support plan, a sensory need, or a referral somewhere in the pipeline. Schools are full of therapeutic language. There are movement breaks, fidget tools in exams, emotional regulation charts, therapy dogs, wellbeing rooms, and discussions about neurodiversity happenin...
Hello and Welcome Back to The Therapist Diaries, I was driving home from the airport last week when Fergie’s Big Girls Don’t Cry came on the radio. Now, anybody who knows me knows this song is absolutely one of my jams. The volume immediately went up, I was singing dramatically at the top of my lungs, and for those four minutes you would genuinely think I was going through the most devastating heartbreak known to mankind, despite being perfectly happy and emotionally stable moments before. As always, the emotional performance ended exactly when the song did, but this time, somewhere between the chorus and my Oscar-worthy solo performance, I started thinking about something that has come up repeatedly in sessions with clients recently. Crying. More specifically, crying when you really do not want to cry. It's something I’ve always done, and something so many of the young adults and women I work with do. It's as though any strong emotion swings open the floodgates. Sadness, f...