I've struggled with social anxiety most of my life and have overcome alot. Recent events, however, really knocked me back on my socialphobic butt.
Our daughter was adopted from Russia at age one, and has serious emotional problems. She's 11 now, and the tantrums (which could last for hours), phobias, extreme oppositional behavior, and school avoidance have advanced to hitting her mother, struggling with me, throwing and breaking things (like destroying a door with a screwdriver and breaking a full length mirror), and screaming at us all night long.
We've done family therapy with her since she was 5. This year she was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder, and medication was prescribed. We've had her hospitalized three times this year, once inpatient and twice in "partial hospitalization" (daytime only). Last month we were finally able to get her into a great, long-term facility for kids, which is really helping.
Soon after being admitted she claimed,on a psychological assessment, that we struck her hard enough to leave bruises "very often". We have spanked her over the years, when we were at the end of our rope, and I have slapped her twice. It wasn't right, but it was definitely not often. We can think of three occasions in 10 years when it went too far and left a mark. Considering the extreme pressure we were under, I don't think we did too badly. We're only human.
Unfortunately, her therapist had to notify DHS. We were honest with the social worker and told her exactly what happened. She was sympathetic, but gave the impression that - under their guidelines - we could end up on the state child abuse registry. We're supposed to find out next week.
Obviously this would stress anybody out, but I know you'll appreciate what it means to someone with social phobia. I keep imagining a person with arachnaphobia having a government agency decide if he should be thrown into pit full of tarantulas.
I've had my meds. adjusted, and I'm proud to say I've managed some of the depression and anxiety with coping techniques. But every day will be a struggle until we get the verdict from DHS - maybe longer.
It helps to vent to you, because you know where I'm coming from. I'm grateful to anyone who persevered to the end of this, and I'd appreciate any support, suggestions, and encoucagement you might offer.