Ben is sitting on the side of the pool, mentally preparing for his turn with swimming lessons. |
Unfortunately, fears and anxieties are a part of daily life
in Ben’s world.
He worries about how many minutes he has until bedtime.
He becomes anxious when a bee gets to close to him when we are playing outside.
But, one of Ben’s biggest fears that has persisted over time
has been going under water. When he was
little he hated to get his hair wet, even in the bathtub. I’d use a wet cloth to wash his hair,
always keeping a dry towel nearby to catch the remaining drips. He’d scream if any water got into his nose or
eyes. It goes without saying that he
refused to put his head under water at the swimming pool.
It’s not that we didn’t try lessons. You can read here about one memorable
meltdown that happened at the pool. Last year I even sprung for private
lessons. Still, he refused to put his
head under. He wouldn’t even jump in the water, because he remembered the one time he went under when the instructor was
trying to “stretch” his comfort zone.
This boy has a long memory. If
the instructor “forced” him to go under or surprised him by dunking his head during a playful game of "ring around the rosies", he’d scream, cry, and demand to leave the pool.
Ben is now six years old, and I was determined that this
would be the summer that he’d learn to swim.
We live in Florida and learning to swim is really a necessity. And so I took him to the “swimming whisperer”
of our area. Truly, parents talk about
this man in near reverent tones. When
someone asks for a swimming teacher, he’s always the first mentioned. “Mr.
C.J.”* is an elementary school P.E. coach and teaches private lessons from
his home during his summer break. I don’t know why we waited
until this year to try him. Call me
chicken. Call me crazy. But, honestly, I’m just glad that I did
finally call him.
I could tell right away that this time would be
different. In stark contrast the sweet teenage girls who usually taught Ben’s swimming lessons, Mr. C.J was a middle aged,
no-nonsense kind of guy. After
introducing myself on that first day, I took him aside. I explained Ben’s sensory issues. I explained Ben’s fear of going under. Mr. C.J. listened courteously but didn’t look
the least bit concerned. I later
realized that he’d heard this same line many times before. I nervously seated myself in one of Mr. C.J’s patio
chairs and prepared to watch. Ben was up
first.
After one or two laps to get him warmed up, Mr. C.J. showed
Ben how to make a bubble with his mouth.
And then he counted.
One…two…three….
He told him to take a deep breath….
And then swiftly he pushed his head under the water.
Ben popped up the surface, spluttering, shocked, and
surprised. Ben wanted his towel, as he
always does when water gets in his face.
Mr. C.J. was having none of it. No drying off until we're done. No crying in his pool. Ben looked
my way, pleadingly, but I tried to maintain my stream of conversation with the
mom sitting next to me and remain stoic.
One…two…three…deep breath….
…and under…
A moment later, his hand pushed Ben’s head under the water
yet again.
….and again.
I exhaled each time Ben’s head popped up out of the water.
After the fifth time, I realized that I was holding my breath too.
It was tough to watch.
I’m not honestly sure how I was able to maintain a
conversation with the mom next to me.
My heart was pounding.
My mouth was dry.
What was I doing to my child?
It went against everything I believed- to force him to do
something he wasn’t comfortable doing.
But- deep down- I knew that he was ready. And I knew he had to learn this skill to keep
himself safe.
And so I kept chatting about camps and vacations and
kindergarten but in my mind I silently counted as they counted.
One…two…three…deep breath…
….and under…
After Ben’s initial turn, he sat on the steps while the
other children in his group took their turns.
On Ben’s second turn, he knew what was coming. He tried everything he could to avoid
it. He asked for a drink. He needed his goggles fixed. He pleaded for his coach to take him back to
the steps. Again, coach wasn’t buying
it.
One…two…three…deep breath…
…and under….
As Ben’s head popped up to the surface, coach did what he
did every time. He praised Ben
effusively. He showed him the distance
he traveled in the water. I was amazed
at how quickly the tears dried up. By
his third turn, Ben wasn’t crying at all and was preparing his body to go
under. After the lessons were done, Ben proclaimed that it was “not too scary”. He
proudly told his Dad that he was a swimmer now.
I watched Ben face his fear the first day, and each lesson
after has gotten progressively easier.
He didn’t cry at all during yesterday’s lesson or today’s. Each day he has gained a little more confidence,
and he swims a little farther on his own.
I’m not sure if this method would work for every child. In fact, I’m not sure it would have worked
with Ben until this year, when he was mentally ready to learn. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he would have mastered swimming at six months
old if I would have pushed him in this way. Who knows? The point is, it’s working for him now.
I spoke to Ben’s OT about it, and she said the reason she
believes that coach’s method works is because the fear is what is holding the
child back. The fear becomes bigger than
anything else. And, as the fear grows,
it’s harder and harder for the child to move past it on his own. Often, he needs a “push” to get past the
fear. And, after this breakthrough
happens, then the learning process can begin.
On the second day a new little boy joined the group. I listened as his mom nervously explained to
Mr. C.J. about her son’s sensory issues, that he wouldn’t put his face under
the water. Mr. C.J. smiled at me and
pointed to Ben, who had just dunked his head under. “Ben was the same way yesterday. Your little boy will be fine.” And, amazingly, this little boy was. Oh yes, he cried too. But, just like Ben, he held his breath and
dunked his face under on his own on the second day’s lessons. And, just like Ben, on the second day he
didn’t cry once. In fact, we saw him pop
his head above the water and smile. And
the new mom and I watched and marveled in amazement.
*I’ve changed Mr. CJ’s name to protect his privacy, as I
change all names on this blog. If,
however, you know me in the real world and want his contact information, send
me a private message and I’m happy to pass it along. Just bear in mind that this man fills his
classes up fast!