Sunday, 19 June 2016

Pet Therapy

Buddy and Ishaan!
When my son was but 4.5 years old, I noticed classic O.C.D symptoms in him. He would go to the washroom every 5 minutes , he would wash his hands compulsively and he would have me worried like nobody’s business. I tried cajoling him and talking him out of it, I scolded him and I felt super frustrated. 

Not relying solely on my own diagnosis, I took him to the paediatrician and further to the urologist and they ran multiple tests on him and prescribed medicines and said it could be a urinary tract infection and they scared me further saying it was uncommon in boys.

 I tried telling them in vain that his washing his hands repeatedly wasn’t normal either. My fears fell on deaf ears.Doctors, family,everyone thought my concerns were unfounded as long as he was declared medically fit.

So Google came to my rescue. I read up about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Symptoms of childhood-onset O.C.D vary widely from child to child. Some common obsessions experienced by children and adolescents with O.C.D include:

·    exaggerated fears of contamination from contact with certain people, or everyday items such as clothing, shoes, or schoolbooks
·       excessive doubts that he/she has not locked the door, shut the window, turned off the lights, or turned off the stove or other household appliance
·       marked over-concern with the appearance of homework assignments
·      excessive worry about symmetrical arrangement of everyday objects such as shoelaces, school books, clothes, or food
·       fears of accidentally harming a parent, sibling or friend
·       superstitious fears that something bad will happen if a seemingly unconnected behaviour is done (or not done)
·       Compulsive washing, bathing, or showering
·       Ritualised behaviours in which the child needs to touch body parts or perform bodily movements in a specific order or symmetrical fashion
·       Specific, repeated bedtime rituals that interfere with normal sleep
·       Compulsive repeating of certain words or prayers to ensure that bad things don’t occur
·       Compulsive reassurance-seeking from parents or teachers about not having caused harm
·       Avoidance of situations in which they think “something bad” might occur


Holy cow! Ishaan had at least 8 of these symptoms.

I knew my baby wasn’t faking anything. He just couldn’t help doing what he was doing.The next logical step was to find a child psychologist for him,I guess. But ,after a year and a half of going through this nagging trauma, I decided on something else first.On the lark, I decided to get a dog home and see if it helped. I had read somewhere that pet therapy works wonders. And I wanted to try the magic.

So , Buddy came home one summer day in 2009 . A small vulnerable little thing,forever hungry for love. He made a mess of the house,he peed and pooed everywhere till we got him potty trained and he was an absolute handful.My little one was ecstatic and believe me you,his O.C.D was a thing of the past in two weeks flat, from the time Buddy arrived home.Dogs and their loyalty and unquestionable affection to their people is something else. Only folks who have owned pets and loved them would understand it, I guess!

Both of them grew fast!

Buddy grew fast and became an integral part of our lives. My son doted on him and vice versa.
Last September, without giving us much notice, Buddy left us for good. He was unwell just for a day and died the next day. He was just 6.5 years old. My son,now 12 years old, struggled not to show his emotions, was heartbroken, did not want to be consoled ,did not want me to say anything at all to try and make him feel better. He told me categorically that nothing would make him feel better.So I let him be and I let him grieve on his own as I did so myself too.

Cut to the present. Buddy’s picture and his favourite ball sit on my son’s study desk and sometimes I still feel he might be around in the house.


Last month, a friend’s friend was looking for someone to baby sit on their puppy as they were travelling for a month and a half.When the offer came to me, I asked my son, if he would like to have a  pup home  for sometime since his summer break was round the corner and he would have all the time in the world to care for the pup.He readily agreed and we’ve had Zoe at home for over a month now.
Zoe and me

 She is such a cute little ball of fur. She is so delicate, so naughty and again has the magical powers to make us humans happy. It’s another thing that I have referred to her as Buddy so many times. But we are in  love with her now. Zoe has slept with us,licked us off,nibbled on all the furniture in the house,has stolen food from my plate,tried drinking out of my cup and generally made me very very happy. My son complains that Zoe likes me more . Well, maybe she does.

It’s time for Zoe to leave now. We are preparing ourselves for the same. I am seriously mulling over getting a pup for us again. I am talking to my son about it. But the poor kid is not over Buddy yet. He doesn’t want another dog . He is so torn between his love for Buddy and his desire to have another pup at home.He is so scared to lose his pet again! I’ll give him his time to decide.
my baby with Zoe

As for me, I have already put in a word with people and friends for a Cocker spaniel pup, I have googled options and places to buy one and I was almost decided I’ll get one next month.

But last evening,during my run (because that’s when I seem to have maximum clarity of thought), I decided to postpone getting a pet for now. It’s scary the way we get attached to things/people/pets so soon. I am not going to get a pup now as an offset of having Zoe at home for sometime. It was good to have Zoe around. Like a friend told me, Zoe was ours as long as she was with us .
 Damn! Love and affection should come with a shelf life maybe. Out of sight should be out of mind! And healing should be instant. Makes things easier. You hurt less!! If only things were that easy.

Pet therapy worked wonders for my son and it works great for me too. Life goes on.
Happy us!

love unlimited

Best Buddies!




Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Quiet please?

This morning I woke up desperately wishing for some quiet in my life. I can’t turn a deaf ear on the noise around me obviously. Yet, even as I absorb that noise, I don’t want to reciprocate with equal force. I just want to take a deep breath and not let any of it affect me.

I like to believe I have always led my life from the heart and I don’t want to change much of that.The heart feels heavier in the process many times, but I don’t want to live and think too clinically.

My head makes me think through the pros and cons of things, makes me feel fear, makes me fear change and controls my life only because all my so called rational thinking comes from the head!

But somehow, I like the landscape of my heart better. It makes me feel for the stranger, makes me want to cry when I see cruelty, despair and sorrow, and makes me want to hug that old patient of mine who sheds a tear of joy just because I spoke to her kindly. It’s what makes me get those goose bumps ever so often.

I can’t deny that my head and the monkey residing within makes it difficult for me to hear my heart sometimes. When I am busy being busy, the head rules.
But, when I have the quiet I seek, I can hear the music in my heart better. I can feel more. Period.

On the face of it, making choices in life is probably the head’s prerogative. But all I want to do is, pause in my quiet space , be sure of my values and then just function around those values. 

A couple of years back; I lived a life where I said yes to everything. There was a lot of social stuff to do, a lot of chores to take care of and a generally crazy amount of things to do.

I realise that only recently have I learnt to say no to social invitations unless I am sure I am going to have a really good time or I believe that interaction is something I have been really looking forward to. I may have lost a few so called friends in the process,but learning to say no is a virtue I learnt trifle too late in life!

I was rushing through everything. I am trying to take things easier now. All that needs done, is still getting done. I am not shirking from my responsibilities. It’s just that I am following my heart more. I am doing things more my way than the way I am expected to do!

I probably socialise more online now instead of in person. Like everyone else, I have the need for social connection as well. At the same time, I also clearly see the sheer addictiveness of it all, to the point where there’s no quiet in life.  Detox time is so vital. I need to be spending more precious time only with me!

My wish is to just smile, breathe and go slowly , like the Zen masters say. I want to consciously stop myself from multitasking and do just one thing at a time. I don’t want to be superwoman. I want to put space between the different tasks in hand for me and do one thing at a time. Enough of this rushing through things. Where am I going anyway? I want to be mindful of the things that make me happy and just focus on them instead of making me busy with the mundane.

My head talks down to me , makes me scared, yaks away constantly till I want it to just shut up. What if I let it go yakety yak till it was tired of doing so? And then let the heart rule. I want to get out of situations that make me clench my fists and tighten my guts. I want to make my choices without being wishy washy about them. Maybe tomorrow I won’t like the results of the choices I made today. But I would still have the option of making a different choice then. I don’t want to procrastinate no more!

I know I cannot bid adieu to practicality forever and just keep following my heart.
Even so, I want my quiet; I want to let go of my unrealistic expectations; I want to take a deep breath and relax. Smile ,breathe and go slowly.

I don’t even want to worry about what you will think about what I am writing here, because that will muddle with what I feel like writing just now.

It’s amazing how jotting down my thoughts de-clutters my mind, by the way!
I've been feeling a dull ache in my heart for a couple of days now. I feel the ache diminishing even as I type here.

Some mornings, you wake up and despite all the self pep you can't will yourself outdoors for a run,so you convince  yourself you are under the weather and then well......

I guess, the head and the heart would have to strike a deal and live in tandem. Can’t do with or without either.