But if you try some time, you just might find, you get what you need |
John Rosemond, the least favorite parenting
authority of the ADHD/Pediatric Bipolar apologist crowd, wrote a wickedly
excellent newspaper column that appeared in my local paper on May 3 of this
year. I hope he does not mind if I quote
from it liberally.
Somebody wrote to him inquiring about a four
year old who continued to throw temper tantrums when he could not have or do
something he wanted. The writer thought that four
years old seemed a bit old for this type of behavior, which is referred to in
the vernacular as the “terrible two’s.”
As in: two years olds.
John Rosemond |
Dr. Rosemond noted that until recently, such
temper tantrums were rare after a toddler’s third birthday. Only during the last two generations has that
changed. He defines the “terrible two’s
syndrome” quite clearly and concisely: tantrums, belligerent defiance,
persistent impulsivity, and separation anxiety.
Sounds a lot like the new bulls**t diagnosis for
children that was proposed for the upcoming edition of the psychiatric
profession’s diagnostic manual, the DSM-5, called temper dysregulation
disorder. (I think the proposal has been
dropped, but it may have just been renamed.
We’ll see).
Rosemond blames the recent prolongation of
toddlerhood on parents who keep their kids at the center of their attention “in
perpetuity,” and on the parents' enabling behavior.
He defines the latter as “doing for children what they are capable of
doing for themselves, however imperfectly.” As a further result of these changes in parenting philosophy, American society
is now saddled with “large numbers of perpetually dependent children” who “don’t
cope well with the realities of life."
Central to these realities is neglect of what Dr. Rosemond
cleverly refers to as the “Mick Jagger Principle:” You can’t always get what
you want.
Another very important point that he makes in
his column is that the enabling parents are actually victims themselves. He states that there is tremendous peer
pressure on parents to “enter into co-dependent relationships with their kids,
and be constantly stressed, anxious, and guilt-ridden as a consequence.” I
wrote extensively about the explosion of parental guilt and the peer pressure
that reinforces it in my book, How
Dysfunctional Families Spur Mental Disorder. But I have also experienced the peer pressure
first hand.
When one of my children was in college, she
decided to take advantage of a “study abroad” program offered by the college,
and spent a semester in Australia. In
those days, internet connections were not up to what they are now, and overseas
telephone calls were still relatively expensive.
There was something around called a “phone card.” This pre-paid card allowed the person who bought it a certain limited number of minutes to spend talking on the phone. We gave our daughter one card for each month she was to be in Australia.
There was something around called a “phone card.” This pre-paid card allowed the person who bought it a certain limited number of minutes to spend talking on the phone. We gave our daughter one card for each month she was to be in Australia.
Of course, she used up the first card in less
than two weeks, and was then upset that she could not call us. She was, no surprise, experiencing a bit of
loneliness.
Well, when we mentioned this turn of events to a couple of our
friends, they pounced on us with surprising ferocity. What was the matter with us? Why did we not just give her another card? We could afford it. Our daughter was lonely, and how could we
just let her suffer like that. We were
just terrible! Neglecting our parental
duties!
Listening to them, you would have thought we had just hired Ivan the Terrible to travel to Australia and impale her.
Listening to them, you would have thought we had just hired Ivan the Terrible to travel to Australia and impale her.
Gee, loneliness.
How awful! How unendurable! A bit shell shocked, we nonetheless stood our
ground. The ability to delay
gratification is a very useful skill to develop, and we wanted our daughter to
be able to learn to do just that.
I remember when I first went off to
college. There were some days when I was
very lonely – even somewhat depressed.
I was barely 17, away from my family for the
first time, and 400 miles away from my high school sweetheart as well. I was also in a very strange and unsettling (but fascinating) new world: Berkeley, 1966-1967, at the height of the
Haight-Ashbury hippie days, before the hippies had been discovered by the media.
Furthermore, almost all of the college girls I had contact with were older than me. (In those days, not only were cougars unheard of, but most girls would not date a guy so much as one day younger than them.) And girls were outnumbered almost two to one by the boys.
Furthermore, almost all of the college girls I had contact with were older than me. (In those days, not only were cougars unheard of, but most girls would not date a guy so much as one day younger than them.) And girls were outnumbered almost two to one by the boys.
And in those days, we didn’t call home at
all, because long distance calls were expensive. We actually wrote letters. Snail mail.
Getting replies took days or longer.
Well, I somehow survived. And I wouldn’t trade that year for
anything. Watching the Grateful Dead for
free in Golden Gate Park before they had recorded their first record. Watching Jim Morrison invent diving into the crowd from the stage at
a Doors concert. Dancing to the
Jefferson Airplane, live, at the Fillmore Auditorium. And we had to hitchhike across the Bay Bridge
to get there because none of us had a car.
My parents would never have let me do that back at home. Priceless.