(Long post, but I’m trying to give all the necessary background.) Our 9 yo son started fourth grade this year. He showed no apprehension about the coming start of school, neither excited nor particularly unhappy about it. We did the normal back to school routine with buying supplies, picking out clothes, going to his orientation to meet the new teacher, etc. Same school, same bus, same friends. All seemed fine.
On the first day of school, he woke up sobbing and got progressively more upset. He was begging not to go to school, saying he just didn’t want to go, but without any specific reason. This was a surprise. He’s never done this before. Our initial reaction was a bit of dismay but realizing that every kid complains about going to school, expecting him to snap out of it and get back into the routine. He didn’t. He was sobbing and complaining of chest pains for the next hour. His mother and I both thought there was some true anxiety at work, something more than just a kid not wanting to go to school.
He was sobbing and begging as we walked to the bus stop, and then he took a minute to compose himself so he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of his friends. He managed to stop crying but he got on the bus looking terribly sad and anxious.
The same thing has happened for six days now. He comes home from school seeming fine and says everything was okay at school. His teacher is very attentive and concerned about him, and he agrees that she’s very nice. He is now on close terms with the school counselor, who also is very helpful. He often asks to speak with her when he first arrives at school, and I’ve sat in on those talks a few times after driving him to school. She encourages him to remember that everything is really fine and he’s got a lot of people supporting him, and then he heads off to class seeming to feel better.
Of course, we’ve tried very hard to determine if there is anything specific that he’s upset about. He insists that no one is bullying him, no one has bothered him, the adults at school are nice to him. He’s cited some pretty minor issues such as not having time to finish his busy work in homeroom in the morning, but those have been addressed.
In addition to the school counselor, we took him to see a child psychologist. They had a good talk, but he didn’t reveal anything different or illustrative. She, and the counselor, taught him some relaxation tips like deep breathing and gave the parents a few practical tips.
This is a kid who is a good student, never a behavior problem, quite social, involved with sports, and we’ve always thought of him as confident. He flies on his own for visits with relatives, spending up to a week away from his parents sometimes. He can be a serious kid sometimes, and he’s always been focused on following the rules. He’s also extremely focused on time, wanting to know when something will start, how long it will last, how long it takes to get there, etc. He can tell you precisely what time he woke up this morning or during the night.
One event that we think is relevant was his recent attempt at a sleep away camp: He was supposed to go for two weeks but we had to go get him after only three nights. He was desperately homesick and just did not enjoy the camp experience one bit. We were quite surprised because he went with one of his best buddies from school and we thought he would really love it. We talked with him a lot to see if anything untoward or scary happened at the camp, but he insists it was nothing like that.
Over the weekend, it seemed that maybe he was turning a corner and getting more relaxed about school. He said he thought his mornings would be fine and we could talk about it in a relaxed way. He’s been wanting a new video game and so we told him he could get it on Wednesday if he had three good mornings before school. He readily said yes. I thought maybe we were doing well because I didn’t want to just be played like a Stradivarius by a 9 yo boy. If at least part of this was fakery or exaggerated, I figured that goal would motivate him to stop.
This morning he woke up at 5:30 am sobbing and saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry about all this.” On top of everything else, now he’s aware that this is a problem for Mom and Dad and they’re unhappy with it. (Mind you, we’ve been only gentle and supportive because we really do think there’s genuine anxiety here, even if he’s also just being a boy who doesn’t want to go to school.) He also says things like “I’m trying to feel better but I can’t” and “You just don’t understand how bad it feels.” That breaks my heart, because I’ve had serious depression before and I can’t stand the idea of him going through something like that.
He didn’t get any better through the morning and wanted to talk with the counselor as soon as he got to school. Another uneventful day and he’s fine this evening. We have an appointment with a psychiatrist on Thursday, but we’re flummoxed.
And very, very sad to see our wonderful little boy this way.