March 2nd, 2012 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »
Lately, I have been trying to help Kat better understand how her appearance either helps or hurts her standing with her peers and people she meets.
First, I started enforcing the daily shower rule. Next, I realized that we never taught Kat how to take a shower, so I have been making the point to show her how to wash her hair and use soap and a washcloth to ensure that she is clean and sweet smelling when she is done. Finally, I am making the rule that she needs to dress nicely at least one day a week at school.
The shower thing is pretty much a ritual now. And in the last week, it seems that the hair washing and bath seem to be sticking as well. Just today, she did a pretty good job of washing her hair and only made the mistake of leaving a patch of conditioner in her hair near the back of her skull. I helped her rinse it after the fact in the sink, and told her that she needed to make sure to get all the conditioner out of her hair tomorrow or I would need to send her back in to the bath to rinse it out. She took that well and is starting to like being clean and neat each day.
Dress, well that is another matter.
On Wednesday, during our time at Peet’s (Kat and I have a weekly Peet’s date before school on Wednesdays), we discussed that I wanted her to dress nicely to school one day a week. We agreed that that day would be Thursday since she doesn’t have athletic things on that day. So Yesterday, while she was getting breakfast, I pulled out a sweater dress, leggings and shoes.
You would have thought I thrust a dagger into her heart.
For the next thirty minutes, she argued, cajoled, yelled, cried and generally let me know that this was not to her liking.
And when I was dropping her off at school, she did not want to get out of the car. When she finally got out, she was crying from anger and frustration.
When I returned home from work, Kat came to me and told me that she figured out how to hide the dress. She demonstrated how she hid the dress under her jacket so that she appeared to be wearing only a T-shirt. I had to give it to her for her ingenuity.
She and I then took the dog for a walk and I took the time to ask her about her friends and why she was so insistent on not wearing nice clothes.
Nobody else dresses up, she stated.
Now I have seen what all the other girls wear so I knew that not to be true and stated as much.
Boys always wear jeans and T-shirts, she stated flatly.
Ah, so now we are getting somewhere.
This is likely true, I admitted. Are you trying to dress like the boys?
Yes.
So we started discussing how boys dress and how girls dress and how people judge you by your appearance and that I really just wanted her to ensure that she was dressing in a manner that gave her credibility with her peers and teachers.
We agreed that she would continue to wear “nice” clothes to school. We agreed that one day a week, she needed to dress nicely to school. We agreed that that one “nice” outfit would never again be a dress.
Perhaps we are heading in the right direction.