Seth just started driving, and he’s doing pretty well. The written test was a breeze, and on the streets around his house he feels comfortable. He even volunteered to drive his little sister to the mall.
La ansiedad es la forma en que los humanos hemos evolucionado para protegernos.
En situaciones amenazadoras, nuestros cerebros desencadenan una serie de respuestas que resultan en una elevación del ritmo cardíaco, sudoración, temblores, hiperventilación y miedo intenso, todo con el propósito de prepararnos para el peligro.
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The novel coronavirus pandemic has posed a novel way of life for all of us. Beyond concerns about contagion, prevention, or slowing down its spread, and fears of illness and access to healthcare, one thing is clear.
Most of us, young and old, were stunned by the tragic death of Kobe Bryant along with his daughter. Whether you are a Laker’s fan or not, Kobe represented something more, including for young people.
Tom Brady said it this way in a Twitter statement:
“And in this tragedy, I have learned so much.
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Anxiety is a way we humans have evolved to protect ourselves.
Peers can be an excellent source of social support, and it’s great that more young people today talk to friends about their emotional challenges. But for every teen who shares, there’s another teen absorbing the info like an emotional sponge.
Perhaps the hardest, certainly the saddest, and without question the most frustrating thing about sharing this blog post is that we have shared it now again and again over the past several years. Please do not allow the frequency of the recent, awful events to ever seem routine. The statistics that we share are still valid.
Here is my most vivid memory of Halloween as a child:
I’m 8 years old. I have, to my father’s delight, developed an affinity for the “creature-features” that appear on the old UHF stations every Saturday from 10 AM to noon. I love Boris Karloff as Frankenstein and Bela Lugosi as Dracula.
After September 11, 2001, lots of little kids across the nation asked some variation of the same question:
“Mommy, why did the bad guys attack us?”
Kids tend to look for patterns, especially when they’re frightened, so some kids likely took this inquiry even a step further:
“Daddy, why do the bad guys hate us?”
When I was a ninth grader in 1964, I was suspended from school for selling peace buttons for the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee.
I was a tad anxious about how my mom would react, but when I came home that morning, she was beaming.