“I’VE BROKEN MY BELT!!!!”, he bellows in a panic. Now, this is a key part of his uniform – but having said that, I guess I wasn’t picking up on the immediacy of this problem! Let me explain about “The Uniform”…
Since Henry was a little guy, he has gravitated to the same thing every day – whether it’s his attire or what he eats. When he was little, he wore a superhero cape everywhere! He especially loved running and looking behind him to see it fluttering in the breeze (there was also an Acadia hat that was worn…)
When he was a little older, there was an Acadia sweatshirt that his grandparents sent one Christmas to Left Brain – which was sized for a 12-year old… This got worn until it fell apart – even during the heat of summer at camp.
Then the age of the baseball shirts – even though he hadn’t the slightest interest in the sport…
Then came the age of plaid shirts, jeans, belt cinched as tight as possible, and the ever present hat – which is a good thing, because it coincided with his proclivity to laser part his hair, and plaster each side down…
So, having one part of his uniform on the IR (“injured reserved”), was causing him stress. So, I reasonably asked whether or not his pants were in danger of falling down. “ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT??!!” Uh – no…. Then I asked him whether or not he could wait until Christmas break to get a new belt. That idea was NOT flying… After some conversation, we got to the root of the problem. Although he is fastidious and dogmatic with his “The Uniform”, there were other bigger issues causing him stress and anxiety.
With exams approaching, he was worried about getting a high enough mark in math to ensure he gets admission to his chosen program at university. Also, in the next week, he had to select all of his courses for semester 2. So, after some calming discussion and problem solving together, he was a little more calm.
However… having said that – the next Saturday, I drove to The Shwa, with a new belt, a pizza and a big hug.