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  1. ADHD and anxiety don't always come alone.

    Did you know that 25–50% of children with ADHD also have anxiety?
    Not one or the other — both, at the same time, often masking each other.
    When you only look for one, you only find one. And that means your child only gets half the support they need.
    A proper assessment gives you the full picture — and the full picture is where real progress starts.

    #ADHD #ADHDAndAnxiety #ChildMentalHealth #ChildPsychology #ADHDAwareness #AnxietyInChildren

  2. Same behavior. Completely different cause.

    A child who can't focus out of worry needs something very different from a child whose brain simply wasn't wired for sustained attention.
    Knowing why your child is struggling is the only way to actually help them move forward.

    #ADHD #AnxietyInChildren #ChildPsychology #ChildMentalHealth

  3. The Feelings Toolbox by Dr. Karen Jacob — an illustrated book + tactile toolset helping ages 3–7 recognize and regulate emotions through play, grounded in DBT/ACT/CBT/MBT. Learn more: no-quam.com/ About Us 🧸📘✨ #ChildMentalHealth #EmotionalLiteracy

  4. Need a free resource on ADHD, anxiety, autism, or eating disorders for your NHS team? ACAMH Learn has hundreds of expert-led videos — built by the charity behind JCPP. No paywall, no registration. https://acamhlearn.org #EvidenceBased #ChildMentalHealth #MedSky #MentalHealth

    ACAMH Learn: Home | ACAMH Lear...

  5. Landmark Trial: Woman Alleges Social Media Addiction Harmed Her Childhood Mental Health

    A 20-year-old woman is suing Meta and Google, alleging childhood use of Instagram and YouTube caused anxiety and depression. Trial ongoing.

    #SocialMediaTrial, #MetaLawsuit, #YouTubeAddiction, #ChildMentalHealth, #InstagramHarm

    newsletter.tf/woman-claims-soc

  6. A 20-year-old woman claims her childhood use of Instagram and YouTube led to severe mental health issues, including anxiety and depression. This trial could change how tech companies design products for young users.

    #SocialMediaTrial, #MetaLawsuit, #YouTubeAddiction, #ChildMentalHealth, #InstagramHarm

    newsletter.tf/woman-claims-soc

  7. Experts guide navigating kids' talks on war & trauma: Create safe spaces, validate feelings, tailor by age, limit exposure, & correct misinformation. Help children process conflicts like the Middle East crisis. 💬❤️🛡️

    apnews.com/article/war-trauma-

    #Parenting #ChildMentalHealth #WarTalks

  8. Mark Zuckerberg to Face Jury in Social Media Child Harm Trial

    Mark Zuckerberg will testify in a trial about whether Instagram harms young users. Learn how this case could change social media.

    #MarkZuckerberg, #InstagramSafety, #SocialMediaTrial, #ChildMentalHealth, #MetaLawsuit

    newsletter.tf/mark-zuckerberg-

  9. Từ 15/12, cha mẹ ép con học quá sức sẽ bị phạt 5-10 triệu đồng. Quy định mới nhằm bảo vệ sức khỏe tinh thần trẻ em, ngăn chặn tình trạng học tập quá tải do áp lực gia đình.

    #GiáoDục #PhụHuynh #LuậtGiáoDục #SứcKhỏeTâmThần #TrẻEm #VietnamNews #Parenting #EducationLaw #ChildMentalHealth #StudyPressure #VietnamEducation

    vietnamnet.vn/cha-me-cuong-ep-

  10. Support Children’s Emotional Health in a Digital World

    Author(s): Scott Douglas Jacobsen

    Publication (Outlet/Website): The Good Men Project

    Publication Date (yyyy/mm/dd): 2025/06/14

    Dr. Erica Kalkut, PhD, ABPP is Executive Clinical Director at LifeStance Health and leads Psychological and Neuropsychological Testing Services. A board-certified pediatric neuropsychologist, she specializes in developmental, cognitive, and emotional assessments. Her work integrates clinical practice, research, and advocacy to improve access and quality in pediatric behavioral health across diverse medical and neurological conditions. She notes that early mental health challenges often go unnoticed due to access barriers and children’s increasing ability to mask emotions. Parents can foster resilience and emotional intelligence by offering consistent, judgment-free presence and quality time. Schools must also play a role in identifying and intervening early. Kalkut advocates for daily device-free parent-child interactions and child-led, developmentally appropriate clinical approaches to promote healthy emotional development in today’s fast-paced, tech-driven society.

    Scott Douglas Jacobsen: What are the essential emotional and psychological needs of children today?

    Dr. Erica Kalkut: Children, as always, need to feel a sense of belonging and stability. In order to develop a healthy self esteem, they need to be able to feel cared for by their loved ones. However, children today are also seeking acceptance and interest from a much larger circle outside of their immediate family, friends, and trusted adults. Feeling relevant and connected to a larger virtual world has been increasingly important to how today’s youth develops their emotional wellbeing. 

    Jacobsen: Across inpatient, outpatient, and sub-acute settings, what are common gaps in children’s mental health supports?

    Kalkut: Access continues to be an issue, as many parents report that they have difficulty connecting with a trusted therapist or mental health professional. Children have also become increasingly skilled at masking their concerns, perhaps in part because of their digital interactions, which can be a barrier to making expected progress once they receive intervention. 

    Jacobsen: How can parents and caregivers foster resilience and emotional intelligence?

    Kalkut: Being present, available, and open to your children should remain as top priorities for parents. Showing your child that you will listen to them and be there for them, no matter their flaws or imperfections, is one of the best ways to foster resilience and promote emotional development. This is also important to counterbalance social media, which on the contrary, your child is learning only accepts certain images or impressions that your child portrays even if this is not their authentic selves. 
    Jacobsen: What is the role of educational institutions in promoting strong mental health?

    Kalkut: Many children show resilience, even when their mental health is suffering, and their first signs of struggle often appear at school. Schools need to not only know how to look for signs that indicate that a child is struggling, but also how to intervene with that child and their family in order to increase mental health. 

    Jacobsen: What are early signs a child may be struggling with mental health issues?

    Kalkut: Changes in behavior, thinking, reactions, and social engagement are common signs that a child has psychological needs. However, there are often physical indications like changes in appetite, sleep, aches, and pains that show up. It is hard because many of these signs, when they are mild or transient, are also common during childhood and adolescence. Parents should look to see if there is a pattern, however, and follow their gut if they believe their child is behaving or responding in ways that seem out of character. It is always better to err on the side of checking in with your child or talking with a professional should you have concerns. 

    Jacobsen: How have digital and parasocial relationships affected children’s interpersonal skills and emotional regulation?

    Kalkut: (see above answers).

    Jacobsen: What practical strategies are recommended for a mentally healthy home environment?

    Kalkut: In an increasingly busy world, make sure to carve out 1:1 time with your children every day. This is not just taking your child to their activities or getting them through their routine – it means carving out time to truly be present with your child each day, with no devices or distractions. Even 5 minutes can be impactful, but ideally 15 minutes to play a game, have a conversation, go for a walk, sing a song, or do something silly and unexpected together can help you and your child to feel connected! It is a 5 to 15 minute investment into their emotional health (and yours). 

    Jacobsen: How do you ensure clinical practices are child-centered and developmentally appropriate?

    Kalkut: Approach conversations with openness and curiosity so that the child can lead the way and share how they are thinking about things.

    Jacobsen:  Thank you for the opportunity and your time.

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    #childMentalHealth #digitalParenting #emotionalWellBeing #parentalGuidance #technologyImpact

  11. Jami Mental Health Shabbat 2025 by Eleanor: (image: Jami charity) This weekend is the Jami Mental Health Shabbat 2025. This is an initiative very close to my heart as I was a volunteer with this project from its inception in 2017-2018, helping to get the shabbat into communities. The Shabbat grew from an idea to be more open about mental health across … Continue reading Jami Mental Health Shabbat 2025 by Eleanor beurownlight.com/2025/01/30/ja #Anxiety #Bipolardisorder #ChildMentalHealth

  12. Transforming Bedrooms Into Anxiety-Reducing Spaces For Kids by Amy Jones: (image: Kenny Eliason: Unsplash) There is nothing more heartbreaking than to see your child suffering. What’s more, when their mind is playing tricks on them, and they’re experiencing spells of anxiety, it can leave you feeling helpless as the parent/carer. While you may be doing all the right things such as taking them to therapy … Continue reading… beurownlight.com/2025/01/27/tr #Anxiety #AnxietyDisorder #ChildMentalHealth

  13. An experiment worth replicating at home.

    #smartphones #childmentalhealth

    BBC News - Colchester students give up smartphones for 21 days in experiment - BBC News
    bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cn4x8j

  14. Grab That Child!

    photo by the author
    Come check your bag out
    through his porch.
    A porch
    explore us,
    the name of the explicit program,
    miles
    above the current thought,
    miles above the existing program.
    Sit by the door.
    You went there.
    I offer you
    holy ground.
    Insert
    I mean the new superman,
    a new way to Supermind.

    My goodness you’ve gone over the top.
    We got a new thing goin’.
    You’ve got a brand new pair of shoes.
    He’s all mad at yah,
    Sonny—
    I’m not sure all the time.
    Who else?
    I’m not sure about Nithish.
    Lookin’ at yah.
    Can we get better at ‘im?
    Door to shopping
    opens in a little while.
    He’s your prime target.
    A dark smear
    settles keeps him in a corner.
    I gotta do everything
    to get him out of vice.
    These are my papers,
    and that’s what I’m workin’ on.

    A kid gets killed,
    and we’re in the front lines
    normalizin’ it.
    I don’t think we understand the history of science.
    Our very lives show this to us,
    but we can’t see it:
    the whole society ruins children.
    It’s a combat zone:
    fuck you do your homework.
    We lay them in bed
    a manage them to sleep:
    oh I’m eager to get out of there you clingin’ thing.
    Or you test them in their underwear with your dick fingers,
    rubbin’ butts.
    Either way,
    you can’t get the story straight:
    you believe with them
    there’s so much more than dresser drawers in the room.
    Angels glow all along the edges of their minds,
    monsters dwell.
    They can see them in the corner,
    hear them in the closet.
    You think their imagination wild.
    You don’t know what’s goin’ on.
    If you did you’d run out of the room screamin’.
    Your sanity couldn’t take it.

    But let’s get back to business, shall we?
    Kids glow.
    They have otherworldliness to them
    we’ve forgotten about.
    They live there.
    We see the form,
    forget the consciousness inside.
    They’re lust to us
    or dreadful things we have to manage,
    and in-between those two poles most lie.
    Have I hit yah yet?

    My boy is in a livin’ emergency,
    and nobody cares.
    I’ve shown this to the room.
    I’ve shown this to Town Hall:
    he suffers still.
    We think there’s monsters there
    in the love of this foreigner for this boy,
    or we just want ‘im with his own kind.
    Can you count that?

    We don’t know children are kings and queens of livin’ life,
    and they need more than us.
    They need a breath of God on their tops,
    and they need the substance of their souls
    to be their playmate in time.
    They need to get away from the Darkness in the world
    and not give their little boy’s livelihood
    to the darkness in the corner
    goin’ bad in a hand basket.
    We can’t see Hell edgin’ up upon their life.
    Another soul down,
    so many millions left to go
    They say.

    My boy’s there
    turnin’ inta vice,
    furious at his parents and the world
    for making that child obey
    and renounce his own freedom
    and tear off of his lips and eyes
    any mention of that foreigner,
    who is me,
    and they beat ‘im
    until he complied.
    Can I guess here?
    I’ve seen it with my own eyes,
    this tremblin’ little figure
    afraid of his own shadow,
    and I can do nothing to stop him
    from being afraid,
    his fear of the world,
    late at night,
    his fear of death.
    I envelope him with my consciousness,
    but that’s not enough.
    That boy needs held.

    You won’t let me do that,
    satisfied he’s in his parents’ hands
    for good or ill.
    Oh the woes of parental not by blood,
    but yah been there since he was born.
    You only like adoption papers to make that real.
    Can we be a kid again?
    Can we see the emergency
    that we have known with children all through human history
    but have never seen?
    Stop child abuse!
    oh you stupid thing.
    Stop you from hurting kids
    by burying them in the world
    and sealing that coffin with school
    and other blind things
    that have no reason why kids be.
    You just wanna make them grow up
    or be a football to play with.
    You’re not inta their things,
    their larger than life’s,
    their Woodstock imagination,
    and it didn’t rain.

    I gave Nithish that glow,
    what he wears himself
    in his distance from time.
    I let ‘em have it,
    the freedom to take his kids’ reins
    and mount the world with ‘em.
    He loved it there—
    no rules,
    no spankings,
    just guidance.
    I yelled loudly I’m sorry
    in moments I regret now.
    He was just bein’ a kid,
    testin’ limits and naughty.
    Even the preacher cuss.

    What do we do with children?
    We let them have their head
    in safety tips,
    and we don’t vacuum their room
    with a pain in the ass,
    and we let them be stars
    of our attention,
    and punishment only makes them meaner
    or more rebellious
    when we’re not lookin’,
    when they get out.
    A submissive child is a dead child,
    and they’ll bring dictators into the room
    when they’re older.
    See the world now?
    Populist hell.

    I let Nithish glow with his own feelings.
    didn’t rob them,
    and that was a school for me.
    I gave him candy.
    I took ‘im to the movies
    in the middle of the night,
    when he liked to go.
    On the way home we played monster chasing us
    or zombies in the middle of the road
    reachin’ out for us.
    I put reality there
    by parkin’ my bike and runnin’ off
    yellin’ eat the kid not me!
    He would squeal with delight and belly laugh,
    after his imagination let go of him,
    the monster had returned to his lair,
    the zombie apocalypse had ended.
    I know how to manage a kid
    with their own imagination.
    It is prime time for them.

    What is my purpose with him?
    Oh I want that little boy happy
    with himself now.
    The adult can wait.
    I want him to feel the breeze
    of his own freshness
    and what makes him so special
    in a world where everybody’s the One.
    I want him to love himself,
    not be afraid of time,
    but more than anything else
    he has his own destiny
    I want him to live for,
    why his soul can down on Planet Earth.
    That had nothing to do with small business.
    I’m the upholder of his destiny,

    and I like it there.

    I’m his keeper,
    because he’s still a child.
    Why would jealousy pull him away from me
    and you let them?
    I’ll be back
    the daddy he calls daddy
    in just a little bit of room,
    not much time as the crow flies.
    Come on let’s go,
    gimmie your will
    so this can come.
    Do you hear me stars
    and all ye people you?
    Bring the child.

    The world is paper thin really.
    Monsters glare.
    Angels sing.
    The world behind the world is bigger than the world.
    You don’t see this?
    Your kids do.
    No let’s go over time.
    It laughs to be alive
    full metal jacket.
    Children’s class,
    there’s immediately a hole in the water.
    It bites.
    Writin’ kid once in you,
    how far did that go?
    You’re with Nithish.

    Quite a ballgame.
    I hope that’s my intestines tellin’ me I’m rush.
    It was one on one flavor.
    With no little boy here to share it with,
    it was foreign.
    Do you know the hole the world makes when you’ve lost your child?
    It’s like infinity in the room.
    You can’t understand its price.
    It sucks.
    I have to live there.
    What do I do to get out of it?
    I can’t do nothin’, my child can.
    In the blackness of his state,
    he has to get better.

    He’s 12 goin’ on nine,
    and there’s a football in the room.

    He’s discovered pornography I hear
    and sits there with his friends,
    all hellions,
    and has them corrupt him to land’s end.
    He goes there to escape the wild,
    a single room home where he’s stifled and crushed,
    the invasion of his privacy a misdemeanor
    the boy can’t afford,
    the rule of his mother a felony
    that makes him question his sanity.
    She will not shut up.
    She will not let him breathe.
    The fear is he will see me,
    and she took him for her vice not mine,
    after a lifetime together
    his end.
    Insanely jealous,
    she watches his every mood.
    Is he thinking of me?
    Has he called me on the phone?
    These things are forbidden
    and when she sees me on his face
    she whips him for it.
    His father’s a killer who only comes on the weekends,
    and he’s plotting another murder
    I kid you not.

    These are the parents you chose him be with.
    These are the parents you admire.
    Can you get any worse?
    I can’t handle this.
    Protecting children I thought was your right and mood.
    Turns out you only care if you touch their penis.
    All else is permissible done to a child.
    All else is warranted.
    All else fails
    to get your attention in any meaningful way that helps.
    I live this,
    your hypocrisy.
    I only get your likes,
    and damn few of those,
    but let’s be patient here.
    There is a poet I know in Israel that cares,
    and not every reader is a penis-monger.
    Some genuinely feel this,
    but I’m courting people right now,
    in the bowels of the situation,
    who have the power to confront the parents
    and at least end the blockade
    of no outer contact
    with the child I raised
    since he was a wee little boy.
    They’re Tamil and live here
    in positions that can help.
    Who says they do?
    No, that’s online.
    I am a foreign man and they are not.
    They don’t give me the legitimacy of parenthood,
    because how can I?
    I’m not even Tamil,
    and I cannot prove my worth
    with my tears and broken heart and concern for my child.
    I look like some guilt monster wanting to steal theirs,
    so identify they do with Tamil people.

    I can’t get around that.
    You’d tell me to be quiet,
    or end the attachment,
    like it’s a perverted cross.
    You should see his song
    he wrote for me:
    "all the bad voices are saying bye;
    all the good voices are saying hi."

    They say that loudly.
    His whole life is on hold
    waiting to see me again.
    I’m daddy.

    Can you gauge love in a boy’s heart.
    Unexpressed it doesn’t die.
    Ordered to kill it he don’t.
    It grows beyond the mountaintops
    and plays there with the Gods.
    They have him arm and arm
    with total control
    to keep me out of his eyes and ears
    and me off his lips,
    because they are jealous of me there,
    and in all this blackness more blackness comes.
    In the absence of me
    he races too see friends
    they’ve gave him permission to be with,
    who are the signposts to gangs,
    boys already addicted to vice,
    who are the real danger for him to be with.
    His parents are oblivious to the boy’s plight.
    They’re just controlling him from me.

    This is bastardly sucks.
    Let’s do away with it.
    Let’s return this boy home
    where his heart is.
    Let’s give him the freedom to do that.
    Okay crowd,
    let’s have some high rollin’ here
    and get that boy off the table and back to his house,
    the American me.
    It’s not fun.
    Hey you two pass my way.
    I’m not bein’ sarcastic.
    I’m talkin’ to the two Tamils who can help.
    See them there?
    A will collective move on their will
    and speed this process up.
    They have the power.
    They really do.
    Come on people let’s ride.

    I’m countin’ on Syria
    to kick out Islamic State.
    Can we get there?
    I go over the mountain.
    All I know,
    judging from your path,
    I think you’re right.
    You keep raising your voice.
    You’re grasping at straws to get him back.
    You let me know
    anywhere loaded on ‘im,
    some trapdoor to sex.
    My sympathies then,
    and I’ll call child welfare there in India
    and get him taken care of.

    Okay choir,
    would you settle for ruinin’ his life?
    Oh my God chop me to pieces.
    You’re comprised by sex
    in Texas.
    Do you know where the dropbox is?
    You’re wonderful,
    and another one’s kicked off the Earth,
    no tongue.
    Someone sent me a message.
    I’m just gonna read part of it.
    You take unborn babies and make them king,
    but kids themselves you beat,
    and punishing them is your right.
    You want the submissive child.

    You’re lookin’ beyond graves,
    if we can,
    beyond that boy has a penis but thinks he’s a girl.
    You’re gonna take it seriously
    kids need to be protected
    from abuse.
    Now “The Use of Animal Freedom”
    really identifies with kids,
    what’s about to turn on in Nithish full force.
    the fact that he has a dick and wants to use it.
    I can’t get you to see this in a children almost teen.
    What do you do with their puberty,
    make them wear church,
    make them put a sock on it?
    And if she’s a girl?
    Is that the one
    you need most
    to no button down there?
    Why of course ring maker.
    Kids go to perdition so easily
    when they’re buddin’.

    Kill it,
    kill it inside them,
    their natural born feelin’.
    Transgender wars hell,
    you’re workin’ to make a warehouse of kids
    to not even look down there
    to check out what they got,
    and you are so worried about them in the womb.
    You’re so cross fingers with them in the womb,
    but you pull their pants down and spank them
    just for bein’ a kid.
    Texas you’re the vice I’m talkin’ to.
    Hey Texas leave those kids alone!
    All they are is another brick in the wall?

    I liked the sound better
    with a mouse.
    That’s great.
    That’s not acceptin’.
    Gotta get some lunch bags too.
    Outgoin’ calls,
    the hammer is no.
    I’ll let you feel safe.
    You’ve lost your mind.
    You give kids no sexual expression at all,
    and you think this rides their freeways.
    It rides their hidden vice.
    It used to be in your desk,
    overcoming desires.
    Did I hand it to yah?
    Come on,
    what do you needed to do it?
    Looking at
    come here Bruno,
    come here! (vision of Bruno, our Doberman, running away from me to the front of the house, and I’ve just let him out the back door)
    Get your pumpkin right.
    Self-control, self-measure you teach them.

    Fit there she goes to sleep.
    You don’t give her any room to breathe
    on her own paper.
    You deny reality and with it the child.
    You’re underage
    a God looking in on Himself.
    You put conservatives in the White House,
    governor of the state,
    with your kid’s vote,
    and you stand around and watch children die.
    Here he comes.
    You’re too big
    to get the world to see my child.
    You know how it goes.
    We murder children in their sleep
    so they are zombies all life long.

    A lot of this
    good agency,
    what I’m giving you now.
    Follow their lead.
    Even playing with themselves they’re bringing in a better world,
    when it’s not porn-play
    or adult hand in there.
    Even thought about kicking themselves up,
    they’re watching themselves up.
    When we allow them to get dressed
    in personal animal freedom,
    the cops come,
    depending upon who you are,
    and ban everything.
    Oh Texas
    and my world,
    you need Freedom School. [a school in the movie Billy Jack]
    Hello napkin,
    I wondered why I was burnin’ down there.
    Such large members,
    such a tiny space
    we fit them into,
    such a large package.
    Oh my God world see this.

    We go hand in hand
    with proper sexual expression,
    and that’s not with an adult,
    and it’s not only with their own hand.
    I just stepped off the world
    and into a better science,
    as I’ve just entered your living room,
    and I must be polite and leave.
    What the hell do you want?!
    Thy peacemaker.
    Give the kids their genitals,
    how they are
    when not one’s lookin’.
    Let child know
    they can control themselves
    how they are around dog:
    napkin,
    grab that fucking napkin!
    And you’ve situated one of the building blocks to peace on Earth.

    I’m fresh and alive, aren’t I?
    I study reality,
    but I do not rank there.
    So be it,
    but I’ve just written into the ether
    a better way of doing things,
    a better Nithish brought home.
    I’m on a rollercoaster can you feel it?
    And I’m not there to make you scream.
    I want the end of the world
    that puts kids in prison boxes and sends them to school,
    that puts chains around their necks and sends them to school,
    that pits them against their own bodies.
    Why do you wanna cut your dick off?
    Don’t you see reality?
    Talkin’ to a transgender kid,
    made there
    not by gender diaspora,
    by no one accepting his genitals growing up
    and givin’ them release.
    When you slice your dick off,
    sew up you’re vagina,
    you’re not expressing need;
    you’re all wrapped up in society’s handlin’ of your food,
    and the table’s sexuality.
    Did I just ruin my poem?
    No, I just ended it.

    You better run, run, run, run, run,
    talkin’ ‘bout a revolution.
    [two above lines heard sung by Tracy Chapman, “Revolution”]
    Move through ideas the city of human unity,
    why did you do that?
    What did you just do?
    What did I just do?
    I gave you a whole nuther head on children.
    I gave you a whole nuther head on sex.
    Read this thing so you can copy it fast.
    I met too many here Guests and Newcomers. [social divisions in Auroville, India]
    You think the divine is divine labor
    on which you source,
    rules and how to get there.
    It’s not that honey it’s more.
    Rollin’ in agony upon the hills
    you end up later.
    Hey picked Asiya and the house is comin’ down.
    You’re Indian.
    What right do I have to speak?
    I’ve been asking my fat emotional body this.
    I know the score
    between children and their parents,
    what you do with a divine in the room.
    I’ve got expert topics,
    and I’m not afraid to use them.

    This is all prewash.
    If you’re candy was Disneyland,
    what was I?
    They would tell you if they’re at.
    They would threaten.
    I talked to ‘im.
    It was on his computer.
    He’s a down and under hope dispenser.
    He makes virtue and art Hitler’s birthday.
    Down at that office,
    we’re gandin’ from abandoned puppy too.
    You don’t know how to lift up the race,
    but we don’t lead you astray.
    You lift up the biggest name in evil too,
    not to condone them,
    to rectify them.
    We’ve lots of him.
    I don’t see him anymore.
    I got my check balanced.
    I’m rose in the room,
    and it just took me away.

    What Intelligence writes your stuff?
    The one that makes the flower,
    the one that sees Earth a testing ground for souls.
    I’m supramentalizing.
    There’s a harmony in my pen,
    not law and order
    or we make rules,
    but I talk about the important stuff
    and reel you in with it.
    My God this is not enjoyable.
    I gotta put rings around mountains:
    man is,
    you have to do it man.
    Now my little boy’s gone.
    I would almost boycott poetry but
    that’s not the flavor of this writing:
    hey Luna, come to yourself any discussion. [Luna Rottweiler]
    I’m tryin’ to show you somethin:
    we are not on Mars.
    That was a habitable island destroyed
    in such a long, orbiting time ago.
    We’ll see how it goes with Earth.
    We help you.

    One of your favorite,
    one of your favorite teams,
    I’ve tried to photograph me close relationship
    to understand principles and stars,
    to go beyond them.
    I’m divine heavy in your room.
    I’m tryin’ to lift you up to see the sky
    beyond Mind.
    I don’t get to go until you do.
    We are a connected lot,
    but I been up there before.
    To say it’s the writing on the bathroom door,
    it’s not;
    it’s just there.
    I’m a field take,
    and I’m tryin’ to get you out there to play
    a roaring game of baseball
    so we can sees each other,
    put our guns down,
    stop shooting people.

    You don’t know the price in the room
    for hating anybody,
    even those who hate you,
    and I’m workin’ with Nithish’s parents,
    who refuse to even speak to me.
    You’re the judgmental party.
    For Nithish’s parents,
    the hatred just comes out of the woodwork,
    suddenly picked.
    You’re almost there:
    understand their stupidity
    and don’t hate them for it.
    Gwen, okay?
    An almost businessman came up.
    She hates me I’m her brother.
    She may even read this poem,
    someday.

    I’ve been hurt by hate too.
    I have this social stigma,
    and I’m the most hated man in the crowd.
    This stigma’s hated;
    people don’t know me.
    I’m wish I’m done
    with speaking through alleyways in your hole,
    but I do feel better doin’ divine will.
    No one reads me yet,
    or damn few.
    The audience and his poet,
    do you have to have one to have the other?

    I did ninety pushups and sit-ups each day.
    I’m exercising wholeness and healing.
    Will you give me a hand?
    We gotta see the wholes,
    and it’s a together report card.
    I really need help with my boy,
    get him out of trouble
    and onto victory lane.
    All this dramatic poetry,
    this is a bank.
    I’m writin’ poetry for my boy
    so he can sees himself
    an inner poet.
    I pass this onto him in the inner consciousness.
    He gets it.

    The help of Robin,
    it can help
    when David,
    who puts landscapes together,
    afforded my report.
    Will they put you in jail?
    Not your question among you.
    You just unload this poet on a public conveyor belt.
    Anyway I got room to grow
    and so does he.
    He’s a contact Earth named poetry.
    Accessible
    he would make me.
    I love your
    fine wine.

    Okay let’s borrow mine
    and get down to Earth poetry.
    Believe your death you must navigate.
    I was making a significant Boomer’s salad when I made this for you,
    when I bear this for you.
    Let’s see how fast he gets here,
    once your will’s a ridin’ him home.
    Yes, yes, it takes a long time
    just to roll up your sleeve.
    Gotten Aidia’s attention,
    hopefully in wheelbarrows.

    That’s a great poem.
    Why thank you,
    a fresh fish in a factory.
    It’s got labels on it this time.
    Great vehicles on Earth
    the poets are.
    The print out,
    it’ll be cave free.
    We’ll do it in the mornin’.
    It’s the head of the whole thing.
    How many wheels does a truck driver have?
    A collection of poems published in India
    in a book see.
    I hope you see there.
    Can you say large collection?

    Even a little bit apart,
    he’s been us with the whole time.
    Is what facilities you may use.
    Him coming home,
    and he gets not that shit from me,
    a bad policeman.
    Three times as big
    key presenter,
    I asked the cinema to work it out in peace
    number 9.
    I wanna hold your hand. [line heard sung by the Beatles, line song title]
    I’m expressing need.
    You need to see this.
    It don’t feel like something we just said
    Auroville Press made real—
    I’ve encountered basically
    the tune of the ages.
    I suppose
    you lookin’ at ‘im,
    the whole prophet of Auroville,
    nine inch skin.
    I am constantly created.
    Only in summary is he wet behind the ears.
    On Old Galveston Road
    he went into the nature of Supermind.

    Your heart in your ears,
    your ears in your heart,
    oh there you are. (vision of Nithish sitting on the floor one knee up, he running his hand through the bangs in his hair like he’s a bit frustrated)
    He’s comin’ home soon.
    I gave preference to The Silmarillion.
    Gonna detail now the Samadhi. [holds the bodies of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo]
    The Samadhi—
    hey how’s it goin’?
    Tryin’ to watch
    he’ll come be here soon.
    I love you,
    my beloved
    teacher and master in time.
    Trapped his voice
    on this recorder
    as he measures time Sri Aurobindo
    and thank you Mother.
    I’m an anomaly.
    I look at my boy and smile and look at God later,
    and that’s where I put God’s eyes,
    on my little boy lookin’ at me.
    It’s so we kosher together
    and have fun.
    That’s how you manage time.

    Let’s go down this road.
    Look, there’s the really afraid.
    You do not
    boy blue darkness,
    step over him,
    in how you hold God.
    You hold God in that boy.
    He’s not your image of God.
    I look into your little eyes,
    speak the account
    God has with me.
    Did I say that correctly?
    We’re on Earth,
    and we’re here to stay.
    God on Earth,
    and we are Supermind,
    the supramental manifestation managing its creation.

    Did I blasphemy?
    I gave you a measure of God
    in the balance of His show.
    God is always bigger than any robe He wears,
    any riding car,
    bigger than those little boy’s eyes,
    and we’ve arrived at the end of the poem.
    He’ll be home soon,
    and thank you God,
    down lower,
    gettin’ inta those eyes.

    #abortion #Auroville #childMentalHealth #childProtection #conservative #parenting #poem #sex #sexualChildAbuse #theMotherAndSriAurobindo #transgenderKids #woke
  15. Nice review of the evidence for banning phones in schools. This reviews huge studies across numerous countries. The big takeaway: there’s no effect on children’s outcomes. According to the latest evidence, cell phone bans don’t work.

    theconversation.com/we-looked-

    #Psychology #SocialMedia #smartphones #phoneBans #childmentalhealth #mentalhealth

  16. Plea to all teachers and educators.....

    Please don't have general attendance targets for your students.

    Some schools reward and punish depending on attendance scores. Some schools publicly give treats/extra break times/points to those who attend more, shaming those who don't/can't.

    This is very problematic and potentially damaging to the student and their family.

    Many students whose attendance isn't 100% or even 90% often have high levels of anxiety, executive function difficulties, mental health issues, family difficulties and/or physical illensses/disabilities.

    Don't punish them for any of these, but try to understand their situation with an open and non-judgemental mind.

    They just need 1 person to understand them better and it can truly change their lives.
    _
    #Teachers
    #MentalHealth
    #Education
    #OccupationalTherapy
    #Autism
    #Dyslexia
    #Bullying
    #Neurodivergent
    #ADHD
    #Anxiety
    #School
    #ChildMentalHealth
    #SEND
    #SENCO

  17. If this was a one-off it would be a terrible indictment of UK attitudes to the most vulnerable in our society. But it isn't a one-off. This is every day in #ChildMentalHealth

    theguardian.com/uk-news/2022/n

  18. malayalam.asiavillenews.com/ar ഇന്ത്യയിലെ ഭിന്നശേഷിക്കാർക്കുള്ള നിയമങ്ങളുടെയും നയങ്ങളുടെയും ചരിത്രത്തിന് ഒരു നൂറ്റാണ്ടിലേറെ പഴക്കമുണ്ട്. ആദ്യ കാലങ്ങളിൽ ഈ വിഷയത്തെ തിരിച്ചറിയുന്നതിന് മനുഷ്യർക്ക് സാധിച്ചിട്ടില്ല. #Childmentalhealth

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