Hello! Today I want to share with you the interesting work experience that I was lucky enough to gain as part of cooperation with the Children's Center. The mother of Larisa, a 5-year-old boy, Seryozha, came to me with a complaint about the child’s fear of the wind. I admit that this was my first experience. They came with a fear of the dark, being alone, fear of various animals and insects. But this is the first time with fear of the wind! At a diagnostic meeting with mother and child, the Lamb in a Bottle technique showed that the mother did not want her child to become independent, which was news for the mother. After all, the desire was subconscious. It also became clear that the child wants to communicate, but cannot achieve this goal for some unclear reasons. During the conversation, it was found out that the parents are uncommunicative and lead a secluded lifestyle. The mother’s timidity and reticence were echoed in the child’s behavior. The mother said that she is not local and has not yet organized a social circle for herself and the child has the same situation, he does not go to kindergarten due to frequent illness at the age of 3-4 and the lockdown subsequently, but now he goes to different playgrounds with mother, nanny and grandmother alternately. During the simultaneous construction of the individual worlds of mother and son in one sandbox, an interesting moment was when several families appeared in mother’s world, who began to communicate and Seryozha also copied. The same thing happened in a similar situation with my dad. In a session with dad in Seryozha’s sand world, I created a situation where an evil wind attacked the boy’s world. The boy was shy at first, and the inhabitants of his world hid. When I said that everything is possible in this world and he can call a superhero for help, he did so. For himself, Seryozha chose the role of a typewriter, and she was timid. I asked: “Where is the courage of your machine?” She turned out to be a superhero. I offered to unite with my courage to the typewriter and return it. The boy readily agreed, and the machine itself dealt with the evil wind, and the superhero was no longer needed. The next lesson was using fairy tale therapy. I read Seryozha the following fairy tale: Wind and Rain One day the little wind decided to go for a walk with his brother, the rain. The rain was in a good mood, and as you know, while the rain is in a good mood, it flies across the sky in white clouds. So they flew together. It was a warm summer day, and in the rays of the sun the city looked like gold. People walked leisurely along the sidewalk, looking at the colorful shop windows. There was a sense of calm and anticipation of something wonderful in the air. The wind and rain flew and looked with curiosity at the people walking along the street, and they suddenly felt so good - that they decided to lower themselves to the ground and take a better look at everyone. A mother and her son were just passing by. The boy was rolling a beautiful yellow dump truck behind him on a rope. Our little wind was happy and began to descend towards them... And then something happened that they did not expect at all. Mom and son quickened their pace and began to quickly walk away along the sidewalk. The wind wanted to shout: “Wait!” And then the rain became upset and burst into tears...Naughty drops poured noisily onto the ground: drip-drip-drip. The wind also became agitated and began to sway the branches of the trees, people wrapped themselves in raincoats, opened umbrellas or looked for shelter under some kind of canopy... The kids returned home very sad. - What’s wrong with you, my dears? - their mother asked the sky. And they told her about how they decided to take a walk, how they liked the city, the people, the boy and his dump truck... How they wanted to go down to earth and make friends with them. And how they began to run away from them... - Are we really that bad? Or maybe scary? Mom stroked them on the head, kissed them tenderly and said: “Not at all... You are very good and cute... Let’s go, I’ll show you something!” And she called them to follow her. They flew for a very long time and finally arrived at a strange land... The grass there was yellow, the flowers were withered, and the trees were sadly shaking their branches. - Where are we? – the kids asked. Instead of answering, mother took them by the hand and they began to go downstairs. At the same moment, a pleasant coolness filledair. It began to rain - intense, noisy. All nature came to life, greedily catching every new drop, and in the resulting puddles circles from them spread beautifully. When the rain stopped and the wind died down, there was a feeling that everything was strewn with diamonds - the droplets that remained on the grass were so beautiful. It was a celebration of Life! And it was really wonderful! The flowers began to proudly raise their heads, green sprouts were visible among the yellow grass, freshness wafted from the trees, and it was as if one could hear: “Thank you!” The little wind and his brother, holding his breath, looked at the miracle that was happening right before his eyes. And my mother, smiling, said: “You see, there is always a place where we can realize everything that we are capable of and where it will be greeted with gratitude.” A place where you can feel harmony with yourself and with the world! But the kids were still a little sad. They remembered that boy from the city who was running away from them... - Yes, it’s great when you can find that very place... And it’s great that there you can be yourself and feel the support of others. But it’s a shame when someone simply doesn’t give you a chance to prove yourself and become a friend, they sadly noted. Mom put her hand on their shoulders: “I have a surprise for you.” Let's go back to the city. When they returned home, the sidewalk was almost dry, and the sun came out again. People left their shelters, folded their umbrellas, put away their raincoats, and the old life reigned - calm, with a premonition of something wonderful. And then the kids saw a beautiful multi-colored arc - it was high in the sky and smiled welcomingly at him. “Mom, who is it?” “Rainbow, sons,” answered mom. It appears after us - the rains and winds. Look at her - how beautiful she is! Yes, she was beautiful! People stopped and admired. Our brothers also admired her. And they were also very pleased that they played a role in her appearance! But the main thing... The main thing was that among the people they noticed that same boy with a typewriter, and his words were heard: “Mom, it’s so good that the wind and rain came! They gave us a rainbow!” Tears of joy rolled down the cheeks of our kids, and from the ground we heard: “What a sweet wind and mushroom rain - how wonderful they are!” After listening to the fairy tale, I suggested playing the fairy tale in roles. We first assigned the role of the wind to me, Seryozha the role of the boy, and dad got the role of mom. And then Seryozha himself became the wind, and we acted out the fairy tale again. We devoted the next lesson to isotherapy. First, we watched an excerpt from the Harry Potter film about how children made the image of their fear funny, and then I gave both Larisa and Seryozha the task of drawing their fear with gouache. At first the child found it difficult to draw the fear of the wind, and we started by choosing a color, then a shape, and things went on... I also worked with them in parallel, which also helped the boy to relax and start working. Then I asked her to make her fear funny. The boy completed his work after his mother and at first looked with pleasure at her drawing and listened to her story. After Seryozha finished his drawing, he smiled and it was clear that he was pleased with himself and the tension subsided. At the next session, my mother came with the words that Seryozha began to go out for walks more calmly and was coping with his fear on his own. Sometimes he is capricious, but these are no longer panic manifestations, but more like manipulations and it seems that we have achieved a result. The final session was devoted to relaxation techniques in isotherapy - painting with colored sand. A very important point in the therapy was that, in parallel with the sessions with the child, meetings were held with the mother, at which types of interaction with the child were discussed and in the method of emotional-imaginative therapy, the mother’s negative reactions to the child’s various behavior, and her emotional mood, influencing on Seryozha’s condition and behavior. Thank you for your interest in my work! You can contact me with questions about raising a child, child-parent!