It is the third day since Middle Son gave up milk again.
He was unable to think of any solution to these fits he keeps having, so I told him I would be tickling him when I pick him up and again when we get home.
We call it his ¨medicine¨.
It worked well today. He did lose control later in the evening and began crying a few times, unable to handle his frustration, but I stayed close and helped him address the issue each time-without rescuing him.
I hope to see a major change before a week is out.
Today he saw the skills therapist, to whom I told everything, EVERYTHING, even my own mistakes in handling yesterday´s fit. Oddly enough, he did approve of my technique of throwing a simultaneous fit at myself to demonstrate the absurdity of the fit. Which I know now only escalates the issue…
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