‘Interesting’ few days behind us; N had some severe troubles in going to school, palpable reactions included crying, shaking, sneezing. Apparently he’d gotten in a tussle with his best friend, Alexander, and felt betrayed and uneasy about seeing him again. Couple that with some near a week’s staying at home, that was seemingly enough to trigger what I’ll describe as anxiety-attacks. Poor guy. In the end the only thing to do, in order to unravel that nest of emotions, was to take the bull by the horns and get him there. So I did, and it went well enough. All those emotions… like a flood-gate opened. It’s clear we’ll need turn his attention to other kids, it’s not a healthy relationship he’s gotten into with this other kid and he’s too sensitive to only have 1 friend. I’ve no doubt he’ll get there in the end, thought perhaps that’s in second grade. He’s still too erratic in his behaviour that I can predict anything, I have no idea what goes on up there; he’s never giving much away, and asking him what’s up is akin to reading a newspaper on a stormy Monday. So it’s hard to foresee what’s the best course of action we should take, but I’m pretty certain it includes finding some other kids to open his eyes up to. Let’s see how the next days’ fare – he’s constantly quizzing us ‘am I going to go to school tomorrow?’, which is just a sign that we’ll need to toughen a bit up on that mental attitude, as we’ve gone easy on him in that regard; the luxury of having a stay-at-home mum gets to us, at times. In ways I’m glad this kind of thing came up, as it’ll hopefully trigger a long-term memory of how people – including one’s best friend – aren’t always up to snuff, and that one needs to be mentall prepared for that.
V refers, in concidence, of a long talk with one of her friends who’s the victim of mental and, at times, physical abuse. Such a bad situation for that couple, they’ve become intwined in their roles and nothing shy of the kids moving out or the husband accidentally dropping dead will liberate her. It’s a true tough-spot for her; the husband is quite obviously suffering from Asperberger’s disease, nothing in the house may be moved or altered in any way, lest he freaks out, unable to handle it. So we talked about it at length, feeling sorry for her, for her kids, for the world, and in the end feeling good about ourselves, about the strength of our relationships. Downright enough to make me feel somewhat guilty for feeding off her troubles. But it’s true what they say, the strong feed on the feeble and it’s in times like this, when the world calls in to report of its sorrows, that we become grateful for what we have, that we want to keep on having and protecting. Hope it works out for her, but have my sorry doubts.
K attends the first class of her new youth-school activity, ‘AniLab’, short for animation laboratory. Went very well, in her own words they’re all geeks and nerds and got along great, despite their differences in age. So I hope she takes that away from it, like I always told her, that when she gets in a group of like-minded individuals there’s all kinds of basis for going on to achieve the best one can possible achieve. Unlike – sadly – school, where one does get a say in whom one gets to work with. I wish it would be true how there was great learning in that, too, in collaborating with those one had not the first notion of collaborating with, but in our day and age there’s a huge disconnect between groups, specifically those who wants to engage with the school and those who don’t. So, happy for her that’s she’s discovered some who shares her interests.
Attended a second rounds of talks with SKAT, with whom I’ve applied for a job. Went alright methinks, though of course there’s always the issue of salary, of how one checks out against the competition, so on and so forth. Think I made a dent, but not sure if it’ll suffice. But let’s see how that goes. Nice experience, as always. And if all fails there’re fallbacks. One should always have a fallback to, well, you know.