This is a really touchy subject for me, but I need to address it.
I think my son has Social Anxiety Disorder.
He is only 2, so I understand that kids have some shyness and some need to cling onto their mother. However, he HATES being the center of attention. When he is, he starts crying.
The other day, he was in the playroom when my brother and his girlfriend stopped by to visit. He REFUSED to leave the playroom and to come into the living room because my brother and his girlfriend were there. He started crying until I went to get him. I had to carry him into the living room and about 10 minutes later, he started facing them.
Yesterday, we all went to Chili’s to dinner. I had several relatives that we don’t see too often come with us to dinner. My uncle said hi to me and saw my son and said that he looks a lot like his son when he was his age. Adan started quietly freaking out and started crying and crying. I held him and comforted him, but he still kept crying. He wouldn’t turn around to face anyone for about 15 minutes. He wanted to eat chips, but he would just have his hand look for the chips without turning his head. I had to hold him on my lap the almost the whole dinner up until the end when he finally started getting comfortable.
Anytime we go to a different place, he takes a very very long time to get comfortable. He doesn’t like to explore unless I am right by his side, and by that I mean he is clinging to my shirt.
I was looking into it online and I decided to have him evaluated by Early Childhood Intervention.
I feel like this disorder is something that I grew up with without even realizing it. I didn’t have many friends. I hated social situations. I didn’t like all the attention on me in fear of saying the wrong thing or sounding weird.
I think this is a disorder that I passed on to him, and I am barely realizing it this morning and I feel TERRIBLE for this. I can’t even verbalize this without feeling that I am going to cry.
I am thinking that this coming week he will be evaluated to see if I am correct on my “diagnosis” and see if some sort of therapy might help.
Maybe my mom thought I was just extremely shy or something, so she never really got “help” for me.
I hope I am doing the right thing.