When he was 8 years old, my oldest had nightmares that woke him regularly. I finally got him to tell me what they were about. "I had to grow up and leave and I didn't want to." Whoa. I informed him that he would grow up but that he didn't ever have to leave. I then told him he would WANT to leave, and that would be okay, too, but since he had a long time until that happened, it was okay to not think too much about it and to just be a little boy for awhile longer. A couple of talks like that and the nightmares went away. I wonder who told him he had to leave home...probably the same idjit that told him he was going to hell for cheating at a game (which he did not do; his disability makes it almost impossible for him to lie because lying is wrong, though I expect by the time he's a teen he will have figured out how to do it without ruining his paradigm...). Ah, the drawbacks of living in the third notch on the Bible Belt. It was sort of fun explaining that many people, including me, don't believe in hell. I didn't tell him that I thought there was plenty of hellishness here on Earth and my god isn't cruel enough to think up a WORSE place...
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