Every so often I feel it is important to bring a kid story to the forefront. This week I thought I’d share something that happened in a DC4K group I was leading.
A six year old boy in our group had been diagnosed with PTSD. We’ll call him Jack. For the most part, Jack was pretty out of control each week when he came to DC4K. We could usually get him in control but it normally it took some time for Jack to transition from his chaotic home life to DC4K. Most of the time, he simply brought the chaos from his home life right into our group.
One week, Jack wasn’t in class. When he came the following week, he was raring to go. Jack was in the fight/flight mode of his brain. He hid his head in the hood of his coat and refused to make eye contact with anyone. His mom dragged him up the stairs of the church and through the door. She looked at me somewhat exacerbated and mouthed, “Good luck” as she almost pushed him into our room.
I took a deep breath to stay calm and said,
