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Since the last time my son was absent from an art exam, our argument was raging like a storm, and I decided to let him go. For three days, I didn't set foot in his room, and he didn't set foot in the kitchen. As night fell, I caught a glimpse of him quietly heading out of the door, presumably in search of a snack to fill his belly.
I have already made an appointment with the psychiatrist and will need a second treatment this afternoon. In order to avoid my son's temporary remorse, I mustered up the courage to knock on his door last night and asked softly if I wanted to eat. He responded succinctly, and I prepared a bowl of hot beef noodles for him. During the meal, I mentioned that I would go to the city tomorrow to see a doctor, and he said lightly that he knew.
This child seems to have turned a deaf ear to the words of the outside world, and only the words of the psychiatrist can touch his heartstrings. Presumably, the psychiatrist's words are full of understanding and warmth. After the last treatment, he is still willing to go again, no matter what the outcome, we are willing to give our full support and hope for a miracle.
Today, the psychiatrist was busy with lectures in various places, and the father of the child also happened to be resting, so our family of three embarked on the road to the city. On the way, there was little conversation between the three of them, and the child's father occasionally asked his son a few words, but received no response. Recalling that when my son was a child, he was always smiling, lively and lovely, but now he has become so taciturn, and I can't help but feel a faint sadness in my heart.
With a drizzle, we arrived at our destination. Dr. Chow let my son into the consultation room first, and I waited with the child's father. After the treatment, Dr. Chow invited me in and discussed my son's condition in detail. He said that although his son's condition has not reached the point of depression, he still needs to recuperate. When he mentioned his son's sleep problems, I thought it was just a matter of staying up late playing on his mobile phone, but Dr. Zhou pointed out that it was just a way for my son to seek spiritual sustenance, and disconnecting from the Internet would only exacerbate the conflict. He also stressed that his son's current physical and mental state is not suitable for returning to school, and it needs to be gradual.
The communication with Dr. Chow left me confused as to how to cooperate with the treatment. But I understand that as long as my son is willing to come, we will continue to make appointments, hoping that each treatment will make a difference for him.
On the way home, I tried to talk to my son and convey the care and expectations of the class teacher and classmates for him. However, he remained silent, as if he had an unspeakable secret in his heart. When he got home, he walked straight into his room, locked the door, and continued to immerse himself in the world of his mobile phone.
There seems to be no end to such days. I can only hope that one day, the sun will penetrate this layer of haze and bring us a trace of warmth and hope.
Since that art exam dispute, I have chosen to let go and let my son face it on his own. For three days, it was as if we were living in two parallel worlds, he avoided the kitchen and I avoided his door. Every night, I vaguely feel that he is going out softly, probably in search of a little solace in a street shop.
The appointment with the psychiatrist came as scheduled, and I knew that my son's attitude was the key. So, under the cover of night, I knocked softly on his door and tentatively asked him if he needed some food. He responded briefly, and I prepared a bowl of hot beef noodles for him. During the meal, when I mentioned tomorrow's trip to the city, he nodded, without any extra words.
This kid now seems to only want to open up to the psychiatrist. Perhaps, professional psychological knowledge can really bring a different touch. After the last treatment, he didn't show resistance, which was a little reassuring. No matter what the outcome is, as long as he is willing, we will accompany him on his journey and hope for a miracle.
Today, the psychiatrist is busy with work, and the child's father is rarely free, so our family of three embarked on a journey to the city. Inside the car, the atmosphere was somewhat solemn, and the child's father tried to talk to his son, but all he got was silence. I think back to my son's laughter when he was a child, and I can't help but feel a wave of emotion in my heart.
It was drizzling like silk and we arrived at our destination. Dr. Zhou first let my son receive the treatment alone, and the father and I waited outside. After the treatment, Dr. Chow and I had an in-depth conversation about my son's condition. He mentioned his son's sleep problems and explained that the phone is not just a kind of entertainment for him, but also an emotional sustenance. He also stressed that his son's current physical and mental state is not suitable for returning to school, and needs to be adjusted gradually.
The conversation with Dr. Chow gave me a deeper understanding of my son's condition, but at the same time, I felt a little lost. I don't know how to better cooperate with the treatment, I just want to provide him with the best possible support. On the way home, I tried to share with my son the concern of the homeroom teacher and his classmates, but he remained immersed in his own world and did not respond.
When he got home, he hid in his room again and closed the door. There seems to be no end to such days, and I can only pray silently in my heart, hoping that one day the sun will dispel this gloom and bring a trace of warmth and hope to our lives.
Since that heated argument over the art exam, I have chosen to let go for a while and give each other a space to calm down. For three days, the kitchen smoke seemed to insulate him, and I never set foot in his room. When night fell, I could feel him gently open the door, and I guessed that he might have gone to a nearby shop to find that solitary peace.
The appointment with the psychiatrist came as scheduled, and I knew that this was what my son needed the most at the moment. So on that quiet night, I plucked up my courage and knocked lightly on his door to ask if he needed a little food. He didn't refuse, so I prepared a bowl of beef noodles for him. During the meal, I mentioned tomorrow's trip to the city, and he answered lightly, without any superfluous words.
Now, he seems to be more willing to open up to the psychiatrist. Perhaps, professional psychological counseling can bring him a little comfort. He didn't show resistance after the last treatment, which gave me a glimmer of hope. No matter what the outcome is, as long as he is willing to cooperate, we will go all out and hope for a miracle to happen.
Today, due to the busy work of the psychiatrist and the child's father, we went to the city together as a family of three. Inside the car, the atmosphere was slightly dreary, and the father tried to talk to his son, but all he got was silence. I think back to my son's carefree smile when he was a child, and I can't help but feel mixed emotions welling up in my heart.
In the drizzle, we arrived at our destination. Dr. Chow first let my son into the consultation room alone, while the father and I waited outside. After the treatment, Dr. Zhou had a detailed discussion with me about my son's condition. He mentioned that his son's sleep quality was poor, and his mobile phone seemed to be his only consolation. Dr. Zhou also stressed that his son's current physical and mental condition is not suitable for returning to school, and he needs to adjust slowly.
The conversation with Dr. Chow gave me a deeper understanding of my son's condition, but at the same time, it also left me feeling lost. I didn't know how to better cooperate with the treatment, so I could only try my best to provide him with a warm home. On the way home, I tried to share with my son some of the concerns and expectations of the homeroom teacher and classmates, but he remained immersed in his own world and did not respond.
When he got home, he hid in his room again and closed the door that was cut off from the outside world. There seems to be no end to such days, and I can only pray silently in my heart, hoping that one day the sun will dispel this haze and bring a touch of warmth and hope to our lives.
After the turmoil caused by the art exams, I chose to give in for a short time to give each other some breathing space. For three days, the smoke in the kitchen seemed to drift away from him, and I never set foot in his little world. When night fell, I vaguely noticed him quietly leaving, and I guessed that he might have gone to a nearby shop in search of a little solace and peace.
The appointment with the psychiatrist came as scheduled, and I knew it was the best way he could accept it at the moment. So, on that quiet night, I knocked softly on his door and asked if he needed a little simple food. He didn't refuse, so I prepared a bowl of hot beef noodles for him. During the meal, I mentioned tomorrow's trip to the city, and he nodded, but didn't say a word.
Nowadays, he seems to be more willing to listen to the psychiatrist. Perhaps, professional psychological counseling can bring him different inspiration and healing. After the last treatment, he didn't show resistance, which gave me hope for change. Whatever the outcome, as long as he is willing to try, we will give our full support and look forward to a miracle.
Today, due to the busy work of the psychiatrist and the child's father, it is rare for the child's father to be free, so our family of three embarked on a journey to the city. Inside the car, the atmosphere was slightly solemn, and the child's father tried to communicate with his son, but all he got was silence. I think back to my son's carefree appearance when he was a child, and I can't help but feel mixed emotions in my heart.
With a light drizzle, we arrived at our destination. Dr. Zhou first let my son into the consultation room alone, while the father and I waited quietly. After the treatment, Dr. Chow and I had an in-depth conversation about my son's condition. He mentioned that his son's sleep quality has not been good recently, and the mobile phone seems to have become his emotional sustenance. Dr. Zhou also stressed that his son's current physical condition and mental state need to be adjusted slowly, and it is not advisable to rush the results.
The conversation with Dr. Chow gave me a deeper understanding of my son's condition, but at the same time, it also left me feeling lost. I didn't know how to better cooperate with the treatment, so I could only try to create a relaxed environment for him. On the way home, I tried to share with my son some of the concerns and expectations of the homeroom teacher and classmates, but he remained immersed in his own world and did not respond.
When he returned home, he returned to his own little world and closed the door isolated from the outside world. There seems to be no end to such days, and I can only pray silently in my heart, hoping that one day the sun can dispel this haze and bring a trace of warmth and hope to our lives.
After the dispute over the art exam, I chose to withdraw from the stage for a while to give my son enough space and freedom. For three days, the kitchen smoke seemed to cease to rise for him, and I never stepped through his closed door. When night fell, I could feel his quiet steps, and I guessed that he might be looking for a peace of his own in the night.
The appointment with the psychiatrist came as scheduled, and I knew that this was the most needed help for my son right now. So, on that quiet night, I knocked softly on his door and asked him if he needed a little simple food. He replied lightly, and I prepared a bowl of hot beef noodles for him. During the meal, I mentioned tomorrow's trip to the city, and he nodded slightly, but did not say much.
Now, he seems to be more willing to listen to the advice and guidance of a psychiatrist. Perhaps, professional psychotherapy can bring him inner peace and healing. After the last treatment, he did not show resistance or resistance, which gave me a glimmer of hope. Whatever the outcome, as long as he is willing to try, we will fully support him and hope that he can find himself again.
Today, due to the busy work of the psychiatrist and the child's father, our family of three embarked on a journey to the city. Inside the car, the atmosphere was slightly dreary, and the child's father tried to communicate with his son, but received only a silent response. I recalled my son's innocent smile when he was a child, and I couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in my heart.
It was drizzling like silk and we arrived at our destination. Dr. Zhou first let my son into the consultation room alone, while the father and I waited quietly. After the treatment, Dr. Zhou had a detailed discussion with me about my son's condition. He mentioned that his son's sleep quality has been poor recently, and he needs to adjust his work and rest habits. At the same time, he also stressed that his son's current physical condition and mental state need to be adjusted slowly and cannot be rushed.
The conversation with Dr. Chow gave me a deeper understanding of my son's condition, but at the same time, it also made me feel lost and helpless. I didn't know how to better cooperate with the treatment, so I could only try to create a relaxed and pleasant family environment for him. On the way home, I tried to share with my son some of the care and expectations from the class teacher and classmates, but he was still immersed in his own world and did not respond in any way.
When he returned home, he returned to his own little world and closed the door isolated from the outside world. There seems to be no end to such days, and I can only pray silently in my heart, hoping that one day the sun can dispel this haze and bring a trace of warmth and hope to our lives. At the same time, I also know that this process requires time and patience, and I will accompany him through this difficult time.
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