Children’s Mental Health: What If My Son Ends Up Like Me?

Our eldest son NJ is now eight and I don’t think a single day goes by where I don’t wonder how he grew up so fast. Clothes that we bought a matter of weeks ago are already looking small. And when did his feet get so huge? He has always been confident and independent but he seems to need me less and less – he can read and write, search the internet for his homework and make his own sandwiches. Yet whilst I watch him sort his Match Attax, read, play Fifa or watch TV, my thoughts inevitably turn to the future: what kind of young man will he grow up to be? Will he still be happy, outgoing, confident?

It’s been Children’s Mental Health Week this week (5-11 February 2018) and it has coincided with my growing worries. In a world where 1 in 10 children are affected by mental health problems, I worry that we are not doing enough for him, worry that we won’t be there to help him, worry that our intelligent, complex and confident boy ends up like me.

Me

I remember being eight. I remember 8th August 1988 specifically. I still remember watching Blue Peter with Mark Curry in it, of all things. Looking back at old photos of my childhood, I see a happy boy pulling faces. I had a love of Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles, Transformers and Micro Machines. Everything felt simple and all I wanted to do was play. I had close friends and we’d often load up on snacks and go on adventure bike rides (which happened to only be down the road but it felt like miles).

But something changed.

Looking at the photos from when I turned 12, I see a different child. Gone is the carefree goofy happiness and in its place is an awkward, withdrawn grumpiness (I’ve destroyed all the photos). I can’t pinpoint an exact moment things felt different. There was no catalyst or traumatic event in my life. My family has always been stable and protective. However, I tend to think it was the transition to secondary school, acne and braces.

Don’t get me wrong, my school was far from a rough but there was a nastiness that caught me by surprise. I’d been in arguments and little tussles before but the world was always right again the next day. At secondary school, there were rivalries and cliques that permanently tainted you.

I remember the first days being very lonely. My close friends either went to a different school or moved away and despite the best intentions we soon lost touch. I made new friends, but it turned out my idea of friendship wasn’t the same as theirs and I was repeatedly excluded from games and meet ups. If I disagreed with one over something I was right about, everyone would all take their side no matter what. I never got particularly close to anyone, like it was a series of temporary friendships. I was occasionally bullied, mainly threatened, but generally learned to fly low and unnoticed.

Looking back I know now that I was depressed, yet I didn’t seek help. I didn’t even know how. Nobody ever talked about words like depression or anxiety or suicide or self-harm. I didn’t understand the feelings I had and didn’t want to seem weaker than I already did. After all, what did I have to be depressed about? I didn’t have abusive parents, I had a comfortable home, I was healthy. I couldn’t talk to my parents and no one seemed to really understand me.

Things improved as I got older and started sixth form, then moved onto University. My insecurities remained but I got better at hiding them and pretending that I was ok. I made new friends and met my wife, but I admittedly I have always felt a certain degree of disconnection and uncertainty over what normal really was.

Him

If there is one thing that terrifies me is that our eldest with follow the same path. Studies1 have shown that parents can pass on mental illness to their children genetically. If a mother has depression, this increases to 19%. If both parents are depressed this becomes 25%. Whilst their environment has a massive say, the idea that our children are born with the odds against them is a troublesome one.

NJ is highly-sensitive and experiences intense emotions. He wants to play and have fun, but games need to be on his own terms and any perceived unfairness or inequality will lead to an inevitable meltdown. Others struggled to understand this. Life isn’t like this, and it inevitably leads to frustration and then anger. Since starting school it has lead to various issues with other boys picking on him or provoking him to trigger a reaction. He has drifted apart from some of his best friends and I worry that, as with my own childhood filled with temporary friends, it is a sign of things to come.

I tell myself that he is only eight, that he is still just a baby and that it will be different for him. And if it isn’t? I know what signs to look for, I hope. We often talk to him about feelings, about understanding them and realising that they are perfectly normal – whether it is happiness, sadness, anger or whatever. Where I felt that I couldn’t talk to anyone, or felt that it was a weakness to feel low and insecure, I hope that he knows he can talk to me or his mum. And if not us, then as long as we keep talking about the mental health of children and highlighting the services available, then at least he could find someone else.

And if he does end up like me, then at least he would know he isn’t alone.

 

1. An article in the Telegraph which explores the possibility of fathers genetically passing on depression and anxiety to children. Another article in the Independent and here talks about parents more generally and the link to an over-active part of the brain that can lead to mental illness. Check out this great post from another dad.

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11 thoughts on “Children’s Mental Health: What If My Son Ends Up Like Me?

  1. The school yard is a tricky place to navigate. His experiences may be different from yours, but if he struggles he will at least have a supportive dad there who knows what to look out for. You have learnt a lot from your experiences and there could be no better person to guide him through his. #ThatFridayLinky

  2. Very thoughtful post, a great read indeed, thank you. I think the fact that you’re so aware of this must be a positive for your son as he grows up. You’ll be there for him, and you can share with him how you’ve got through tough times, if he is going through some himself.
    #ThatFridayLinky

  3. I think one of the most important things is that you are there and ready to recognize any potential issues and help him to deal with them. He’ll have that fantastic resource that you didn’t. #thatfridaylinky

  4. I have suffered depression most of my life and have written if you can pass it on to your children, I’m not sure you can although my mother is a manic depressive, I often wonder did I inherit it, I guess who knows great read Thank you for linking to #Thatfridaylinky please come back next week

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