This school year, the pressure is on

Many students are anxious this school year, and the COVID situation makes things even more tense. A lot of students were not in school last year and did classes virtually. This school year, they wonder: Mask or no mask? Is it safe? Is it uncomfortable?

In addition, there are the usual anxieties: Will my best friend still want to be my friend? Will I have nice teachers? Will I remember how to multiply fractions or read articles in Spanish?

If we adults feel stress and strain, so do young people. As a teacher and counselor, even before COVID, the number of tweens and teens with migraines, irritable bowel syndrome, and other stress-related symptoms disheartened me. One teen had hands that trembled as if she had Parkinson’s. Another developed sensitivity to socks and underwear and couldn’t attend school. The parents took her to an allergist, who determined there were no allergies, but rather an emotional reaction to school.

Students often told me they were terrified of getting a “B” as they were supposed to bring home “A”s. There would be severe repercussions if they brought home anything less. This was especially true with gifted students. And there were parents who would email within minutes of any quiz posted if there were a grade lower than expected.

Young people are especially sensitive. They will be devastated if their best friend makes friends with a new student, or someone decides not to speak to them for a day. As parents, there are things we can do to make life easier for our children and alleviate some of their angst.

Do not minimize their anxiety. Young people cringe at the thought “these are the best years of your life.” No, they are not. Any adult who believes middle school is the best of times has a poor memory. You are too short or too tall. Your skin breaks out. You are overweight and never get picked for teams. You are the only girl who doesn’t need a bra. You hate your braces. Your nose has suddenly grown. Your once-pretty hair is now frizzy. You question your gender identity. Your family doesn’t have the means to get you the latest styles. You cannot comprehend chemistry.

To be told that these are the best of times makes most teens think, “Please, that can’t be true.” Many of these young people are feeling unhappy, frightened, and unworthy. To be told that they should be happy, should appreciate being young and “free,” makes them feel angry and more anxious: “What is wrong with me?”

Parents can do things to help. First, find where students can get encouragement. For example, a student is dyslexic and feels bad. His handwriting is illegible and his reading needs improvement. Get him help with the reading, either an after-school program, a tutor, or with programs he can work on, like Study Island. Reading is vital for all subjects, but don’t overdo it. Half an hour a day can help. Don’t do more or they will resent it. If you use a tutor, make sure they are not doing the student’s work, but showing how to do the work.

Equally important: Find an activity where the student gets “positive strokes,” like sports, music, karate, art, astronomy, or chess. They gain confidence; there is something they are good at. They will make like-minded friends. This is a win-win situation, especially important for introverts.

Be warned, however, that often young people will try several things before finding one that fits. Don’t see this as them “quitting,” but rather trying things out. That is normal, and hopefully they will find something and stick with it.

One young man was so shy he didn’t speak with anyone in class. His breakthrough came when he mentioned he had six dogs. A club I sponsored, “Builders’ Club,” raised money for charities. He was encouraged to join. He raised money for the Humane Society and in this endeavor had to speak to people. He became president of the club and came out of his shell. He is now in college and is outgoing and friendly.

The greatest gift a parent can give a child having any type of difficulties, academic or social, is to listen and commiserate. Do not dismiss their unhappiness. Let them know you are there for them. But don’t immediately try to fix it. Instead, when they come home with a problem or a situation, listen. When they have finished expressing their feelings, and you have allowed them to vent without jumping in, ask, “What do you think you can do about this?” Allow them to think aloud and present various scenarios. Ask them “Which idea sounds best to you?” and “If that doesn’t work, what else might you do?” This is powerful. It allows people to “try on” different approaches and gives them the correct idea: They have the means to fix things, to meet life’s challenges.

To do this means that time is set aside in your day to allow them to share with you while you listen with undivided attention. In our house, it was dinner. No matter what, we ate as a family and heard the events of the day. “What went well? Was there a problem?” “What did you learn today?” “What happened that made you happy?” Perhaps cook or do the dishes together.

I used to pick up my son from school. On the walk home, our time to talk was stopping for pizza or a treat. With my daughter, Saturday mornings were our “girl time.” We had brunch out and she shared stories about friends, gymnastic class, and why she loved her music teacher.

There will be times when your child might tell you, “My teacher is still not calling on me,” “Johnny is bullying me,” or “Sandra called me fat,” which may require parent intervention. But these should be the rare times.

For most incidents and daily angst, encourage them to think through ways to alleviate situations. This is a great practice not just for dealing with school, but for dealing with life.

Modern love – this does not have a happy ending

Most are aware that the internet has been used to steal credit card numbers, to fraudulently order from Amazon, to try to sell your house. Perhaps the worst scams happen on dating sites.

Someone tried to buy World Cup tickets on my son’s card. Another used my Social Security number at CarMax (the salesman said he didn’t look like a Giorgina). Had these transactions succeeded, we’d have blamed “those crooks.” But dating scams are especially heinous because the victims believe they deserve it.

Jill noticed her neighbor Helen outside weeping: I’m a fool. Can’t believe what I did. But I’m going on TV, telling my story. Maybe I’ll save another woman.”

Helen lives in Parkland. She did go on TV and tell her story. She’s 70, average-looking, overweight.

Helen showed Jill a photo of a handsome man, the man she met online who fell immediately in love with her. He didn’t care that she was older, or plain. He “saw her heart” and wrote beautiful messages: He’d been waiting to find a woman like her. He was picturing their wonderful future together.

She bought it. He said he had a business in Africa but was looking forward to coming home. He would fly in for Christmas. Helen told her family. More than one family member warned her to be careful.

Just before Christmas, he sent her an email: “Sorry. Had an auto accident. Car was totaled. In hospital with serious but non-life-threatening injuries.” He posted photos of the demolished car. How could she be angry?

The next email: He was embarrassed but must ask, “Could you send money?” Business was excellent, but he couldn’t be there and the invoices were coming in. So she sent $10,000.

After three weeks he was “out of the hospital” and coming home. He proposed marriage but wanted a fresh start, meaning not living in “her” home. An agent in Orlando found the perfect house. He sent pictures; it was $480,000. He would send half immediately.

It was a great deal! Could she send the rest? He’d be back in six weeks; the house would be ready for them. Helen sold her home and sent the money.

That was the last she ever heard from him. No home. No agent. No handsome man. She’d never even met him.

I met Sheila in Tamarac. She met “her guy” online, incarcerated but innocent, awaiting a new trial. She flew to New Jersey. Edward called her “my angel” and wove stories of what they’d do when he got out. If he only had the money for a good lawyer. “I had a public defender who didn’t remember if I were Edward R. or Eddie from Panama,” he told her.

Sheila’s profile noted that she’d won $50,000 on a game show. She financed a new trial, but she has no idea if he won. Once the check cleared, he never spoke to her again.

Both these women share not just the loss of money, but a terrible sense of shame. Sheila never reported what happened. Helen tried to trace the man but couldn’t. Everything he’d told her was fictitious.

I don’t belong to a dating site, but I posted a profile and get occasional notices. I received a “smile” from David of Cheyenne, Wyoming. I’d been to Cheyenne; every guy looks like an ad for “The Roundup,” with boots, Stetsons, and big-buckled belts. I wrote back: “New Yorker, not looking for Dick Cheney (from Cheyenne).”

David responded, “Where do I begin, nothing special about me, grew up everywhere, father served in the army. Lived overseas and in four different states. Moved to Cheyenne when my mother became ill. I’m new at this dating thing. Professionally, I have a goldmine. It’s flourished.”

He continued, “My wife died of lung cancer. I have a daughter born deaf. She’s the apple of my eye. My phone number is ______. Please call.” 

I knew that area code. It’s not Wyoming. So I did something I’d never done — I Googled the phone number. I saw this:

“Terry” responded on a dating site. He’d lived all over the world, because of his father. Wife died of lung cancer. Daughter, born deaf. Owned a gold mining business in Dubai. Then he hit the “jackpot” gold, worth $2 million. They mined diamonds and found 6 million dollars worth. He had to stay in Dubai to get the gold melted, before it would be shipped to USA. But, suddenly he didn’t have money to pay the Dubai government a fee to ship the products out of Dubai. That’s when “Terry” asked for $10,700. I didn’t have it. Then, he said he’d sold some things, but still needed $5,900. He’d pay me back. He loved me and would be with me, forever. I sent the money, in Amazon cards. He’d said all the right things. I believed him. Texted daily until the money was sent. I’ve never done such a stupid thing. I want this guy punished and get my money back.

I blocked “Terry”/“David” — I couldn’t believe he used the same phone number.

Recently, I received this email from “Ted”:

I so happy to read from you and to know we both looking for same thing. Where do I start? it disturbing to see people appreciate love, but we have to go extra mile to get my heart seeks a beautiful angel. Ted from Virginia but in Nigeria. I own my construction company. oil platforms. I am in states in 2 weeks. I can add to your beauty (lol). I’m hanging the hat this year. I got success but am nothing without a partner. She’d stand by me no matter. A witch who protects like lioness her cub (lol) who tells honey, you can do it. I worked hard to get this height. Here to pick my woman to make happy, my co-pilot, (lol). saw your face, made my heart pause, love at first sight? (lol). as if forces guiding you to someone make you happy beyond wildest dreams. I hope direct communication via email.

Lucky me. Another billionaire had found me. A business owner, with a business in Africa, and he loves me! He just took one look at my face and fell in love.

I answered, “‘So happy to read from you.’ You are not a native English speaker. I will not send ONE DOLLAR. Do not waste your time.”

Ted responded, “Thank you.”

And then later I got this message: “Bill W. is perpetrating frauds on this site. We wanted to give you a heads up.”

Two of my friends are happily married to men they met online. It’s possible to meet a nice guy online, but some common sense is needed. Be very wary of anyone who is not writing cohesive sentences. Be wary of anyone doing business in Africa, especially in oil, gold, or diamonds.

The biggest red flag: They instantly love you. You’re “the one.” They haven’t met you, but they want to build a life with you.

I once left a restaurant when a man told me that he couldn’t wait for us to start our life together. I hadn’t met him online, but this was our first date.

As in any other endeavor: Be cautious. And never send money.

A ‘Stitch’ in time: Making vital connections

On March 11, 2020, we were sent home. A coworker developed COVID. Suddenly, I was alone and homebound. I’d raised a family, but was now an empty nester; blessed with many friends, but I couldn’t visit them. A social “butterfly” usually out five nights a week, now isolated. No writers group, political group, or women’s group. No brunch on Seasons 52’s patio … depressing.

Then I got the email: A network, Stitch (stitch.net), had formed in Australia, but it was available to members in England, Canada, and the U.S. I was intrigued.

As a member of Stitch, for a modest cost, you can join, via Zoom, live dance classes, photography workshops, philosophy discussions, guitar jamming, and more. There are fun activities — word games, happy hours, and chats — all live and in real-time.

I realized they lacked a women’s group. I’ve run women’s groups. Andrew Dowling, who runs Stitch, told me, “Go for it.” I now have 192 women across the globe.

Facilitators aren’t salaried, so dues are inexpensive.

Stitch is open to anyone over 50. I love the diversity: white, black, Asian, Latino. Divorced, married, straight, gay. I’ve made friends with people from California and from London.

Stitch offset the isolation felt during the pandemic. Even as we return to living as we did before COVID, I encourage membership in Stitch.

Dowling, Stitch’s founder, has a background in socialization. “I founded Stitch after researching the importance of social connections,” he says. “If you are lonely, you have 45% higher chance of dying in the next 12 months than someone with good social connections and 64% higher chance of developing dementia.” The Surgeon General ranks loneliness as negative a health impact as smoking.

As we age, we face a challenge to sustain social connections.

Stitch enables its members to interact live with others in varied activities. I did a virtual train ride across America, played word games with people in Sydney, and joined a book club in Coventry, U.K. There are many options — from dance, to fishing, to knitting, to vintage radio. Within the sessions are opportunities to form new friendships.

Stitch has members in 85 countries, and it offers more and more live meetings locally as well as virtually. South Florida members had a luncheon recently in Broward.

Stitch offers a wonderful opportunity to make new friends, expand knowledge, and share laughter. I encourage anyone over 50 to join. During the pandemic it was a gift. It still is.