Fun with Happiness

We went to Mt. Dora, FL for a couple of days’ getaway and had visited the wonderful used-and-new book store, Barrel of Books and Games, twice before 24 hours passed. I have been devouring the insightful and fun, The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. So many take-aways, starting with (for her) “Be Gretchen.” In other words, don’t try to force yourself to be happy by being/doing/pursuing what makes other people happy. Sounds obvious, but trust me, from this side of the therapy couch, that’s not what usually happens. Most people are not busy being themselves, they are miserably plodding away trying to be someone else. They run, or spin, or meditate, or work longer hours, because other people claim it makes them happier. It might not be making the person in question happier, but darn it, it’s supposed to…so there they go.

Today I was being myself. I went for a walk, went to church, and, having the morning “off” before an afternoon and evening seeing clients, had fun writing the bulk of an article on family therapy and national politics (yeah, that’s hard to explain – a post for another day), working on a large graphite still life, and picking out clothes to donate. My husband asked me, “Weren’t you going to kick back this morning?” Well, I was kicking back…being me. Someone else has her version of a chilled-out morning, and I have mine.

When you are being you, what’s different?

How much time today did you spend being someone else?

 

Dr. Lori Puterbaugh

© 2015

Posts are for information and entertainment purposes only and should not be construed to be therapeutic advice. If you are in need of mental health assistance, please contact a licensed professional in your area.

The Change Challenge

Everyone wants to make changes. New Year’s Eve fast approaches, and with it, lots of resolving to make changes. Statistically, we hear that most resolutions are cast aside within days. What’s going on?

I find that people make three major mistakes when they prepare for change. See if one, or more of these, sounds familiar to you.

  1. You want change – instantly! Your short attention span means that investing in a process that takes time and sustained effort seems “stupid” or “pointless.” You are unwilling to accept that change takes time. You’ve heard stories about people having some sort of lightbulb moment and then they assert that “everything changed.” Yeah, well, that was the summary. Even if someone can indeed name their “pivot point” or the “a-ha!” moment when they realized change was necessary, or when they knew they’d “hit bottom,” or whatever term they’re using for realizing they need to make a change rather than ride along passively through life, letting change happen to them by default, it’s only the beginning. Actual change simply takes time, and as we all know, our culture is not big on the taking-a-long-time “thing.” We want change, now. Well, I have run many marathons and I never did figure out how to finish any of them in more than one step at a time. There did not seem to be an alternative route to getting the job done.

 

  1. You telescope – and then give up without trying. The flip side to the craving for instant change is a curious phenomenon that I call “telescoping.” You look ahead to a distant goal and see the end performance up close – as if it must happen imminently. Since you’re clearly unprepared to do what’s required at the end (yet), you give up on it. Well, the goal is distant for a reason. The process of getting closer to the goal prepares you for it. This is why freshmen write 2000 word papers and doctoral students write 300+ page dissertations, and it’s why little kids have training wheels and their parents have more gears than they have fingers to count them.

 

  1. You don’t understand that “change” means “change.” You don’t realize that making changes will change you in ways you cannot know for certain until you look back, later. For example, if someone decides to eat more healthily, s/he is simply not able to really understand the many subtle and not-so-subtle ways in which this decision will create change. The numbers on the scale are, frankly, the least of it. Addicted to salty snack foods (salt does indeed hit the brain’s dopamine/reward system quite effectively!) and packaged sweet baked goods, the new eating habit feels like punishment. At first, they resent the terrible restrictions placed on them (by choice) as deeply as a preschooler denied dessert over unfinished green beans. Every day, of every future year, will be, it seems, a torturous process in which they will be denied the cheesy poofs and sugar bombs they crave. They are unaware that eating better foods will change THEM, not just their weight. They cannot see that the person they will be in three months will not be the same person bitterly having almonds for a snack instead of a bag of salty, deep-fried crunchy things. In 3 or 6 months, they will sleep better. They will think more clearly because, finally getting the nutrients it craves, their brain can build new connections, repair old ones, and improve its efficiency. They will have more energy, and their taste buds will probably have recovered so that more nuances besides “salty” and “sweet” are available…but in their imagination, their future self somehow merely “looks better” but has undergone no interior change whatsoever. Their beautiful shell will be angrily chomping on a salad but look fabulous doing so.

Of course, some people do all of the above: they want change to be instant and are utterly terrified at what that change means as if they have to do it all now. They want to “be different,” on the one hand, right now, and seem unable to grasp that making changes will change them.

When you consider making a change, do you fear the initial process? The “sacrifice?” Do you worry the effort won’t be worth it, or do you telescope and, unprepared for the advanced part of the process, immediately discount your capacity to meet the challenge?

Whatever your change-challenge might be, it’s helpful to read the stories of people who made tremendous changes, and talk to people whose achievements you admire. Find out about the doubts, first steps, challenges, etc. See if they, too, wondered about being able to reach their goals, or felt awkward taking the steps towards a goal that seemed so far away and unachievable.

What are you going to change?

Dr. Lori Puterbaugh

© 2015

Posts are for information and entertainment purposes only and should not be construed to be therapeutic advice. If you are in need of mental health assistance, please contact a licensed professional in your area.

Bigger kids, bigger headaches: When big kids misbehave in public

A few weeks ago, I made some suggestions for handling little ones and their misbehaving in public. Ultimately, little kids are easy: if all else fails, they’re portable, and you can carefully carry them out if they are truly having a meltdown. Bigger kids have more ways to be upsetting. Whether they refuse to put down their phones during a restaurant meal or behave in a whiny, inappropriate way on shopping outings, it’s more embarrassing because we like to think they’re old enough to know better and if they don’t, maybe it reflects on us! It’s also annoying because we are sure we’ve had this conversation all-too-many times already.

Our consequences should make sense in a real-world sense. The closer our consequences reflect the real world in which our children will have to survive as adults, the better. We grownups also have to stay calm; if we “lose it,” they feel as if they’ve won.

Let’s take a typical early-teen child who, at a family outing for dinner, refuses to put down the phone or, when pressed to do so, acts as if we are being totally ridiculous and unfair. Eye-rolling and sarcasm abound; responses are grunts or rude. Stay calm, grownups.

Consider this three-step process:

  1. When you arrive home, calmly state you are disappointed in (describe particular choices the child made, avoiding global criticism) and will decide what to do about this at another time. For example, instead of berating your child’s generic “rudeness” calmly delineate the offenses: grunted at the wait staff; refused to put down the telephone when asked; rolled eyes during Grace, etc. Then let it go. Refuse to engage in further discussion and do not yield to pressure to make a consequence now. Your child wants to act now because you will be behaving out of frustration, which means that the effort to anger you was successful, and, in your anger, you are apt to give a harsh consequence which you will soon retract. Double victory for youth!
  2. Plan another, similar outing soon. At the time it happens, let your child know she is not invited to come along. This is a natural consequence. If your romantic partner, or friends, or boss, took you out for a meal and you grunted, rolled your eyes and were sarcastic, you would not be invited again. You don’t have to make a big speech: just say the child was not fun company last time and you intend to have fun this time.
  3. Step 3 is harder: your child has demonstrated (via the behavior last time you had an outing together) an inability to make good choices. Therefore, your teenage child cannot be left home alone. This means hiring a baby sitter. It is unfair for you to pay for the sitter; you, after all, are not the one misbehaving in public. So, extract the payment from your child. If he doesn’t have cash on hand, take custody of some prized possession, render the child a pawnshop type receipt, and let him earn it back later. This is a natural consequence. If I incur an expense, I have to cover it.

Your child will be very unhappy with you. S/he will say you are mean, or this is stupid. Oh, well! The folks at the Love and Logic Institute would suggest you sort of agree, with a calm, cheery, “Maybe so!” Refuse to get mad; your refusal to get angry keeps you in charge.

Then go out for dinner. Enjoy your meal without cell phones, eye rolling, etc. Do NOT bring home a takeout meal for the child left at home. Do not rub it in; just be matter of fact. This is the real world. Our job is to prepare our child to cope with reality. This is a soft version of the lost jobs, lost relationships, arrests or unpleasant reactions from friends that await the adult who cannot behave properly in public.

Dr. Lori Puterbaugh

© 2015

Posts are for information and entertainment purposes only and should not be construed to be therapeutic advice. If you are in need of mental health assistance, please contact a licensed professional in your area.

I didn’t intend to eavesdrop…

August 5, 2015

Timeline: breakfast in Savannah, July 30.

I certainly didn’t intend to eavesdrop – listening in feels too much like the part of family psychotherapy called the enactment, when we observe a few moments of an argument that randomly unfolds before us, just to get an understanding of how problems are addressed – but the “free” breakfast in a small, historic inn doesn’t give a lot of space for privacy. So there we were, my hubby and I, in a beautiful old inn, forced to listen to two intelligent, good-hearted parents making fools of themselves in an attempt to talk a school-aged child into eating breakfast. Their efforts included cajoling, bribing, self-deprecating jokes about the father’s supposed fatness and thus how it would be OK for him to go hungry (but not the child), and more increasingly shrill gambols in gambling with their little angel.

How wearisome for them, and how sad for the child, who apparently holds all the cards in this little trio. All day, every step is manipulated by the whims of a child who really doesn’t need or want this much control. The professional part of my brain darkly predicted that this is how they live. The little narcissist-in-training laughs (now adorably but not so for long) at dad’s loving goofiness as he describes himself as “fat” to make her smile and perhaps pick at a bagel and some fruit. Mom tries a bit less hard than dad. I suspect she wishes he would be less willfully weak and is fast losing respect for him, and herself, and feels guilty at her burgeoning resentment towards the dictator-daughter. The teenage years ahead loom miserably, unless the parents decide to nudge their little darling out of the driver’s seat.

They did not ask, and I did not offer…but all that suffering (on the part of all of them – a child running a household suffers, too) is unnecessary. The parents can change how they behave, and the child will catch on quickly enough. No need to drag the girl in for counseling: she is merely taking the scepter handed to her. No, this is an adult problem. If the parents will it, we can fix it. If they choose not to, I predict that the parents’ marriage will suffer and the child, too, will grow up to be  impatient, bossy, and self-absorbed: an impossible-to-please adult who feels entitled to happiness.

As I remarked, at this point, the parents can change that future.

But I was on vacation, not in the office, and it was not dire enough to necessitate violating their privacy by speaking to them.

Still, I wish I could tell them, hey, you can fix this.

 

Dr. Lori Puterbaugh

© 2015

Posts are for information and entertainment purposes only and should not be construed to be therapeutic advice. If you are in need of mental health assistance, please contact a licensed professional in your area.

Parents go home…Again!

Parents, go home (or at least pretend to read a book)!

A few years ago, I wrote a column for USA Today Magazine entitled, Parents go home! I think it bears repeating.

When your child is at sports practice, or dance practice, or band practice…go home. Leave. Banish yourself. If you can’t because of the organization’s requirements that parents be present, or for purely practical reasons, then at least immerse yourself in reading, tearing yourself away from your book while feigning a vaguely surprised expression when your child presents him/herself, sports-gear in hand, to leave.

The common alternative is the shrieking, waving, thumbs-upping, video-recording parent on the sidelines for every practice. Kiddo, your performance is already on Facebook before you get to the drive-thru for dinner. This parent usually also feels obliged to provide all sorts of coaching advice and constructive criticism on the way home. This is bad for kids in all sorts of ways:

  • Your child is learning to be a narcissist. You are sending the messages that everything little Jason or Jennifer does is spotlight-worthy. It’s not.
  • You are nurturing the seeds of histrionic personality disorder: a character problem in which the person has to be the center of attention at all times. The child who repeatedly complains that you weren’t watching during some random moment of practice has internalized an expectation of being observed and admired at all times.
  • Your child is not learning to appropriately transfer filial obedience and acceptance of guidance from you to other adults. This is part of the benefit of teachers and coaches: other people besides you (mom and dad) can be experts, guides, and sources of leadership.
  • Your child is being taught, by your attention, to focus on performance rather than learning goals. Performance goals focus on enacting a flawless routine. It may mean a lot of intense focus, but a performance goal limits us because of the fear of making mistakes. Ultimately, performance goals lead to stagnation. This is because growth – learning – requires mistakes. Great guitarists, including the rich and famous, practice hours a day because they are always learning, pushing themselves, making mistakes, analyzing those mistakes, and integrating what they learn into new skill sets. The same principle applies to any skill. When you place unending pressure on your child by turning every practice session into a performance, you are creating an environment where doing the “safe” thing is best, even in practice, where failure ought to be risked without fear.

There is also the possibility that the obsessively watching parent is gratifying his/her needs through the child’s performance: a need to feel special, to achieve excellence, to be noticed. Our children do not exist to be flattering mirrors for our egos. They are unique and wonderful in their own right, not for our rights. The parent whose need to be recognized as great, via the reflected glow of a super-kid, needs to do some serious self-reflection of a different sort.

Dr. Lori Puterbaugh

© 2015

Posts are for information and entertainment purposes only and should not be construed to be therapeutic advice. If you are in need of mental health assistance, please contact a licensed professional in your area.

 

Odds are…your child is not autistic

Your kid who can’t eat peas because peas “feel gross” is probably not autistic. There is tremendous fear around the ever-expanding construct of Autistic Spectrum Disorder, including rapidly inflating rates of incidence. Interested readers are referred to the ongoing and vociferous feud about this within the American Psychiatric Association and other organizations. Suffice it to say, many experts worry that the increasingly flexible diagnostic criteria, which are, after all, a checklist of concerns, can now embrace a larger number of children who are not autistic but rather are within what used to be the wide range of normal, with a few little quirks. For example, many sensory sensitivities are  normal. I, for one, cannot stand those fuzzy blankets with satin edges. If that fuzzy stuff touches me I feel like my cuticles are crawling. It just makes me crazy. Other people, of course, find fuzzy blankets cozy and comforting but to me, that’s like suggesting nails on a chalkboard are melodious. Some children are more sensitive to food textures than others; some are more sensitive to noise, or bright lights. Without other evidence, do not make yourself, and your child, miserable by assuming your child has a brain disorder.

If you have concerns, consult your pediatrician.  Early intervention and support are critical for children, and minimizing real problems, or over-emphasizing minor quirks, can get in the way of children who really need extra care and assistance getting the help they deserve.

Finally…I like peas. They are not “gross” to me, although there was that protracted standoff when I was four…

D Puterbaugh © 2015

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