Ghostbusting, Anxiety And The Battle Against Green Slime

My boys’ obsession with Ghostbusters began one afternoon when I was trying to do yoga alone in my bedroom.  The movie’s theme song came on, having somehow made its way onto my Soothing Instrumentals playlist.  The boys stormed in.  Soon the three of us were flying around with towels and blankets thrown over our heads, spooking one another and shouting out, Who Ya Gonna Call?

Since then we’ve listened to the song countless times, purchased Ghostbuster action figures and even built a model of the Ecto I.  Perhaps against my better judgment, I let the boys watch a snippet from the original movie: the scene when Slimer – the putrid green ghost with an obscene pink tongue – first makes its appearance.  At the instant Slimer charges Dr. Venkman, ensnaring him in green goo, Ted ran out of the room screaming.  Tommy grinned and said, “I like Slimer.”

Although he hasn’t asked to see the movie again, Ted’s preoccupation with the paranormal continues.   He has endless questions: What are ghosts made of?  Where do they live?  Are they real?  He is both intrigued and unnerved by these invisible beings floating through space, haunting us and wreaking havoc on the material world, somewhat similar to the anxieties he must face every day.

I didn’t know until recently the extent that Autism and anxiety can overlap.  Many of the bizarre and disruptive behaviors exhibited by A.S.D. kids are actually rooted in anxiety.  The list of my son’s anxieties is ever-expanding:  the dark, crowds, unexpected noises, changes in routine, odd foods, and now, thanks to his mother, green ghosts that slime people.

Anxiety is also a big part of raising a child with a disability.  My own fears often well up at night, like the ginormous Stay Puft marshmallow ghost.  I am visited by apparitions from the future: Ted, five years from now, still trying to correctly identify the letters of the alphabet, stuck in a self-contained classroom or kicked out of school altogether because he’s “too difficult” to manage.  Ted, age twenty, struggling to complete high school with no job prospects and unable to live independently.  Then I move onto Tom who’s showing some of A.S.D.’s telltale signs: massive meltdowns, food and auditory sensitivities.  Oh no! my inner ghost taunts, What if he’s on the Spectrum too?

I wake up from these restless nights in a state of sticky paralysis, as if I’ve been slimed.  I’m liable to transfer this viscous anxiety onto my children.  There are times when I push them to perform in order to alleviate my anxiety, forcing Ted into more handwriting practice (another area of delay) or insisting Tom eat everything on his plate just to prove to me he’s not a picky-eater.  In my desperation to be reassured that they will be okay, I end up communicating to them that they are somehow not okay.

These moments call for some serious ghostbusting.  For me, that means refocusing on what’s real.  What’s real is Ted’s smile, his laughter, his sly sense of humor and his wicked morning breath.  What’s real is that, yes, he has some significant challenges but we’re working on them and he’s showing progress.  What’s real is that Tom is a stubborn three-year-old who throws fits and sometimes refuses to eat.  He’s also sociable, confident and positively gleeful.  When I get the slime out of my eyes and focus on the real flesh and blood children before me I see that, in actuality, they’re doing just fine.

Yesterday, the kid’s “Deluxe Ghostbuster Costumes” arrived via Amazon.  These full-body jump suits, complete with ghostbuster emblem and inflatable proton pack, promise to take their ghostbusting to a whole new level.  Now the boys can suit up, turn on the theme song and zap away all those pesky ghosts that keep us up at night – while I try to do yoga.

 

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