Anxiety: DON’T pass it on.

I have been told by my kick ass therapist (from now on referred to as KAT) that anxiety is hereditary. Not that genes are entirely to blame- sorry people- but there is a genetic component to it. As I have been working on myself and being aware of my anxiety, I have noticed that my mother is an anxious person. Her anxiety manifests itself in the “OMG YOU’RE GOING TO CHOKE, OMG YOU’RE GOING TO FALL” panic variety. I notice it now that my anxiety is mostly in check. I’m pretty positive she isn’t even aware of it herself. It’s interesting how much you notice about others when you start to get your own shit together. Something else KAT and I talk about is stopping the cycle. One session I had a moment of “I do not want my kids to be anxious. I don’t want them picking that up from me.”

This was a really REAL moment. Like if you can’t do it for yourself, do it for your babies. The thought that Biggie was hearing every anxious thing I said to DadingWITHOUTanxiety, every comment I made about my weight, every time he saw me cry when the stress overwhelmed me was a hard pill to swallow.

I do NOT want my boys to be anxious, to self doubt and self hate, to struggle with insecurity and not know who they are. I want them to be able to find themselves through a natural progression of growing up, not trying to overcome a struggle that I projected onto them.

I am not ashamed of having Anxiety Disorder- come on I started a blog about it! I am so proud of finally admitting that I had a problem and doing something about it. By asking for help when it was hard. By going on medication when it made me feel like I was pill shopping, then realizing sometimes that wasn’t enough and having to ask for something in addition. Learning that I can’t take care of my family if I am struggling to take care of myself. And this is an ongoing journey- I have good days and bad days. Some days I’m at a zero, some days I’m at a ten.

So for you moms and dads that are struggling, that might feel like you could benefit from talking to someone, that you need help but are afraid to ask for it- remember that our kids are impressionable little sponges who hear everything. Especially the things we don’t want them to. (And like 10% of the things we actually tell them. If you don’t repeat yourself at least three times are you even a parent?) What kind of things are we teaching them when we aren’t paying attention? I am always going to have Anxiety. I hope to get to a place where I can keep it at bay almost all the time. But I do know that of all the things I want to pass on to Biggie and Smalls, anxiety will NOT be one of them.

5 thoughts on “Anxiety: DON’T pass it on.

  1. Sending peace and more strength your way. Your article is such an eye opener. I ,ean the first two lines. Though I felt that my kidos may pick it up from me by observing but didnt know that genetic thing. Thanls for confirming my doubts.
    Secondly, I too am sailing with you in the same boat, with two extra passangers named depression and panic attacks. Your article is really a good one for peoplelike me. If anxiety is then rest of two are also transferable I believe. Hmm…I should be more careful now.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. I hope that we can both break the cycle with our kids. I think having these struggles only make us stronger parents, and our beasties are going to see that when they get older. 🙂

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      1. Yup. I am sure of it. You know what I want to be remembered as when I am gone? Out of all the things I want to be remembered as a strong, caring, loving and understanding mom, who always had an ear and a shoulder for her children when in need. A fighter who never cave in.

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      2. If you’re doing your best you are being the best mom you can! All we can do it give it our all, love our babies and teach them to grow up and be good people.

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