As he grew, some ages and stages were better than others.
When he was five, I would breathe a sigh of relief when I closed the door behind me and there was no tantrum.
When he was eight, he wanted to sleep over at a close family friend’s house. He had a blast.
It seemed like separation anxiety was slowly, but surely, becoming a thing of the past.
Separation Anxiety In Older Children
Then puberty hit and along with the increase in hormones came massive brain chemistry changes that sent my sweet boy spiraling into depression and eventually, mania.