07/10/2025
Dysregulation Station
Well⦠I made it halfway through the holidays before really losing my patience with everyone and everything.
The difference this time?
While I noticed what was happening and started putting a plan in place to shift my nervous system, I realised something huge ā I wasnāt feeling any guilt or shame about it.
Instead, I could reframe that guilt into acceptance and compassion. I could see it for what it was ā a perfect learning moment for my kids.
If our kids never see us dysregulated, we unintentionally teach them that dysregulation is something that only happens to them ā that theyāre weird or broken in some way.
So, I modelled how to manage it.
First, I named it: I told them I could feel my heart beating faster and a sense of agitation rising through my body like an itch I couldnāt scratch.
Describing it like this gave them language to understand their own interoceptive signals ā those internal body sensations that tell us what we need.
Then I told them I was going for a run. (Donāt worry, weāve got a treadmill in the shed ā no children were abandoned in the making of this regulation moment š
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And yes ā Iām aware that having this option is a privilege not everyone has.
Running helps burn off the adrenaline flooding my system.
Afterwards, I had a cold shower ā another nervous system reset tool.
Then I cleaned. Why? Because visual clutter overwhelms me.
But hereās another small win ā I didnāt rage clean!
Instead, I put on some tunes ā the big ballads, not āHot Potatoā ā and sang my heart out.
And you know what happened?
Joy came back into the house.
The kids (and their sleepover friend) laughed at how ridiculous I looked using the vacuum as a microphone and joined me for a little dance.
We reconnected.
I apologised for being grumpy ā downright cranky, really.
And they hugged me and said, āItās ok, Mum. We all have bad days.ā
My heart soared. They get it.
Iām sharing this because I want you to know ā youāre not alone.
I teach families how to do this, and I still have to work at it every day too.
So please, give yourself some compassion these holidays.
Do something that brings you joy.
Because joy is contagious. š