Continuing my "Irrational Fears and..." series, which began with a post about fear of the dentist and continued with a post about fear of the doctor, I now am writing about a fear of the water...sort of.
Sammi has always loved the water. So much so, that I was terrified that she would never understand the dangers and the need for boundaries when it comes to being safe vs. jumping in without a second thought. I had always intended to put her into swim lessons, but was too afraid to, because, until very recently, she didn't know how to hold her breath and had no clue how to *not* breathe in when water hit her face. Sputtering and choking was always the inevitable outcome, and I was discouraged, disappointed, and nervous about her future safe enjoyment of water. For years I had been reading stories about people with Down syndrome on their Special Olympics swim team, or swimming Lake Tahoe, or just being real fish when it comes to water. I wanted that for Samantha.
Just two summers ago, she had even gotten brave enough to jump off the side of the pool and into my waiting arms again...and again...and again... This actually made me more nervous, but I was pleased that she enjoyed it. This past winter I finally got off my duff, shelled out the prohibitive fee for a series of sessions, and finally signed her up for swim lessons. Private lessons, because she needed that 1:1, at least until she was able to be safe in the water independently for a few minutes at a time. I figured once she was able to hold her breath and, perhaps, doggie paddle, I could switch up to the slightly-less-expensive and more motivating (due to peer modeling) semi-private or group lessons. After some scheduling snafus, we finally had an instructor and began her lessons on Sunday afternoons.
I knew at the beginning that even though Samantha refused to let go of the instructor's neck and only just barely did anything she asked her to do, that given enough time and patience, she would eventually come around and relax a little, and would actually learn something. But, after about 5 lessons, nothing had changed except my wallet was a little bit lighter, and, on 2 occasions, Sammi had actually done that jump-off-the-side-of-the-pool thing for her. It was discouraging, but around that time the instructor informed us that she was moving away, to another state. I liked her, but who knows how Samantha felt about her? Perhaps the fit just wasn't right and that was holding her back.
We were assigned a new instructor, a very sweet high school girl, who really knows her stuff. Actually, I didn't know she was in high school, nor would I have ever suspected it, until we'd seen her a number of times and she mentioned looking at colleges. Hahaha, boy, do I feel old!! She was great with Samantha, and Sammi actually seemed to do more with her than she'd ever done with the previous instructor. Score!!
Soon after, she began to show real resistance to even getting into the water. It took the bulk of each lesson just to coax her in. Once they did get in, Sammi was content to just do the exact same things they'd done time and time again at previous lessons, refusing, with both a howl and real tears, to try anything new.
And then...not even that. She was regressing. We never saw her jump off the side of the pool again. She stopped holding onto the floating barbell and kicking. She increased her death grip on the instructor, crying any time even the slightest suggestion was made to remove a hand to hold some sort of float.
Then she stopped going into the water altogether.
I tried everything. Leaving the pool area so Sammi couldn't see me, hoping that without the Great Enabler there she'd do better. Getting in the pool with her. Everything. Sammi had gone from talking excitedly about going to her swimming lesson all week long to saying she didn't want to do it at all.
It got ugly.
As a matter of fact, the last two lessons, her 11th and 12th, for the record, the instructor was kind enough to not charge us, thankfully. And, at that point, I decided we needed a break. A break from what, I don't really know. She's always had her lessons at an indoor pool. On her last lesson, we tried her with one of the outdoor pools. Same issue. No dice. She and I go to pools from time to time together, and, while she won't let go of me, she still enjoys being in the water. She even still loves to hold her breath and blow bubbles in her bath, so excited for me to watch, and trust me, I'm really excited that she's finally figured out how to hold her breath! At least one hurdle has been covered.
I just don't know what happened. Was it because I have been telling her how important it is for her to learn to swim so she can be safe in and near the water? Did she suddenly start to view the water as an unsafe environment rather than the fun place to spend time? Is it just one of those random, weird, completely irrational fears that's cropped up for no reason (and is that even possible?)? Will she ever want to try again? Most importantly, will she ever learn to swim?
I'm fully paid up for a 5-lesson series right now, just waiting until we are ready to try again. I don't want to push her, but I also want to find her triggers. Any advice from any of you? I'd love to hear it... I have another Irrational Fears and... post coming one of these days soon about my child's inability to have fun (don't look so surprised!). Go figure...
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