That's not what I said at all. Nor is it related to the topic of the OP.
A tantrum is just the child angrily trying to see how far they can push the parent to get what they want.
It is very different from crying because there is an unmet need, something sad happened, or they hurt themselves.
When a child is having a tantrum, you are just supposed to appear to remain neutral and unfazed.
When they are done crying and yelling and kicking then you can talk to them about the situation. You can cuddle and redirect. Until then, it's just a big show.
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A meltdown is different. That is often caused by sensory or emotional overload.
If there is lashing out or trying to bolt occurring, the child must be contained. They must be protected from themselves, and at the same time, protecting anyone and any property in the vicinity.
Usually it's just screaming. But if a child lashes out at someone, tries to break something, or run out the door and into a dangerous situation, they have to be restrained. Same goes for adults in psychotic mental health crises.
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There are many ways of saying "I love you".
I would rather a child or adult not trust me because I had boundaries, than neglect their need for safety, security, and accountability.
And when someone is in meltdown mode it is impossible to reason with them. It is impossible to say "sit down" or "why don't you go for a walk" or "maybe you need some alone time" or "let's talk".
Usually it's just the person needing to let off steam, or go to a quiet, dark place for a while. Nevertheless, it is a serious event, with possibility for harm to people, pets, or property.
They can scream all they need to. But everyone involved has a higher need of safety.
After the event, gentle, loving talk can happen. But during the crisis, you have to be ready for anything.
I know you are helping and I did not mean to fight. I was remembering things in my own life, it triggered me and I began feeling emotional. Then I saw things narrowly, only thinking about being forced to calm down and what it did to me.
I worked in a sports program for autistic teenagers and it was really nice. I liked them a lot and I understood them. But one teenage boy had a meltdown and became violent. He had to be physically restrained by several adults. It was awful to see and I was afraid of him. He was very energetic and trying to hurt people. There was no choice but to control him.
I have never done that but when I have been overwhelmed until I could no longer see anything, I was just emotions and thoughts drowning me until I was in panic and needed to get away from them, it was the worst thing anyone could do to touch me or try to stop me from soothing myself.
I used to get yelled at for everything. I was yelled at for sneezing when I had allergies. My father did that. He did not want me to do anything that made him notice me.
On the school bus once the other kids surrounded me in the back once and taunted and tormented me for the 45 minutes until we arrived at school. I am 55 and I have never gotten over that.
I wanted it to stop so I tried not to move or make any sounds or stand differently. To not do anything that made people mad, they always didn't like something about me. It is very hard to be that way and you cannot be yourself. It makes you unhappy and you are always expecting it to start again at any moment and you cannot predict when. In school I could not see the pattern the kids were following to know when to beat me up or pick on me. It just seemed to happen when I was not even thinking about them.
This is the reason I had the bias the disabled kids should not be mainstreamed because I wanted them to feel they belonged and would not be picked on. I thought that was the solution.
It is not because I found the kids with other disabilities find ways to pick on each other anyway. I am glad that my experience with autistic people is that we almost never do that. People are people and it can and does happen but when I have been in groups of just autistic people like in meetings or like the kids in the autistic sports programs, there has not been any picking on.
That was my favorite thing about the in-person meetings. Some people at that meeting were fat. One man was very skinny. The man next to me did not speak for the three years I went to those meetings. Some people persevarated, had tics, hummed to themselves. Nobody in any meeting ever even stared, everyone was accepted. It was the only time I ever felt safe around other people.
I do not know how to raise children but with the autistic adults who are friends with me sometimes they have meltdowns and I do for them what I needed when I was young and still do now, I give them as little input as I can and leave them alone. I think I am doing the right thing because when I am having a meltdown I cannot receive more input and I cannot take more pressure but when I feel better I feel much better and I can think and do things again. I wait for that.