Unfortunately with Snoochie’s recent freak out (please excuse my terminology as I find it a challenge to label exactly what has happened), she has been drawn to some very negative coping skills. These new habits are ones every parent dreads. The counseler who will be working with Snoochie described it so casually, so nonchalantly, but to me its Earth shattering.
Snoochie, at a mere 11 years old is a “cutter”. I gave her a set of keys to the house. The minute things got tough in school, she slashed up her wrist with those keys. My initial thoughts are to take away the keys, lock up the knives, and scissors, but then I realized something awful. I can watch her as best as I can. I can take away everything sharp, but she’s still going to find a way to do this. Treating her like she’s broken and not trusting her isn’t going to make this better. She needs a new strategy.
Her therapist suggested she draw cute animals on the places she is tempted to cut. Snoochie use to draw all over herself and I had told her not too. So yesterday I found myself at Walmart picking out a big pack of new markers for just that purpose. She’s an artist. If she can draw instead of cut, that’s great. I no longer care that she wants to use her body as a canvas.
To show my support last night I let Snoochie use me as her canvas. She drew skeleton bones on my foot and a flower on my leg. I had such a wonderful time last night just being close to her, showering her with praise, and letting her draw all over me. If every picture becomes a scar that never was, well then I am one happy mom.