Living with Frequent Urination ② ~School Non-Attendance, Return, and the Real Cause~

Hello. This is ROKU.

Thank you for continuing to read from last time.🙇🙇
You can find the previous article here

I plan to use a table of contents and such this time.
A short period of school non-attendance, the return, and the real cause...🧐
I think this is where the first-grade elementary school chapter will come to an end.

I would be happy if you could read until the end.😊

School Non-Attendance Life: The Homeroom Teacher Coming Every Day

I had officially become a non-attending student.
That said, I don't really remember much about it.
I have a vague feeling I was playing games on the computer.
Things like Solitaire or games like the DyDo Drink ones.

Even amidst all that, what I remember very clearly is that my homeroom teacher started coming to my house almost every day.

It was almost every day, with things like, "Yahoo!🙋 How are you doing? I brought your school worksheets!"
I was happy that they came and were worried about me, but...
When I was expected to "come to school!" every single day, my usual "desire to meet expectations" kicked in, and I felt like "Should I go to school...?" quite quickly.

Return: Daily Life Progressing Calmly

Because I returned so easily, even my mother was surprised.
However, since consideration was still necessary, my mother must have negotiated for me.

First, it was decided that I would attend school for only a little while for a while. Like a shortened school day.

I was also told by my homeroom teacher, "If you want to go to the bathroom, you can leave without saying anything," so I had less anxiety.

I had more peace of mind, and my symptoms calmed down a little.

Even so, there were a few times when it got worse again.

It was because of this timing that my mother deduced the real cause.

The Real Cause: The Reason the Cause Was Found

First, the first instance was
something called an "invitation party," where we invited children who were about to become first graders to the elementary school.
I was assigned to be the emcee for that.

Honestly, even though I had fully returned to school, thinking about it now, it might not have been sane to give such a major responsibility to a former school refuser.

The homeroom teacher said, "Practice a lot. You must not make any mistakes," so I practiced reading it at home incessantly.

And then, it got worse. The frequent urination.

And the second instance,
fortunately, the emceeing for the invitation party was a huge success, and the first-grade closing ceremony ended.

During spring break, for some reason, the frequent urination worsened.
And there I was, half-crying, doing more studying than the homework required.

My mother asks,
"Are you doing that much?"
The young me answers,
"Because the teacher said if I don't do a lot, I won't be able to become a first grader!"

I think you all understand by now.

The cause of my frequent urination was

the pressure-filled words from the teacher

that was it.
It wasn't because I was being teased or anything else.
My mother had been told by the homeroom teacher, "Isn't it a lack of affection?" But it wasn't that either.

It seems I took the homeroom teacher's words to heart and felt immense stress.

Aside: Subsequent investigation

My mother, having deduced that the teacher's words might be the cause, immediately began gathering information. My mother was the owner of a dry cleaning drop-off shop. She could hear all sorts of stories from various parents. She was practically an informant.

What my mother found out through her information gathering was:

・This teacher originally mainly handled upper grades, and it was a topic among parents that they were too strict for first graders.

・Besides me, there were several other students in the same class who were school refusers, and some had even transferred schools. (For some reason, I didn't notice.)

And so on, there were various things.

There is something that remains very vivid in my memory from first-grade class.
We had a session where we presented compositions summarizing stories from our Japanese language class.

It was about writing the characteristics of a guinea pig on one sheet of composition paper and talking about it; everyone's content was almost the same, but we had to present it in front of everyone.

For some reason, we sat on the floor instead of at our desks, and it felt like the presenter stood in front of us. The distance between the presenter and the listeners was closer than at the desks.

I seem to have gotten through it without difficulty at the time, so I have no memory of it, but...
There were two children who froze up and couldn't present. Two boys. Then the homeroom teacher said, "We'll redo this after school."

After school, we sat on the floor again in the same way, waiting for them to start talking.

"Look, if you two don't present, everyone can't go home, okay?" the teacher said.

I thought, "Isn't it the teacher who is making it so we can't go home...? They both look so miserable, isn't that enough?" but I couldn't say it and just kept sitting on the floor.

Something like that happened.
One of the two boys who couldn't make this announcement transferred schools after becoming a school refuser.

Well, of course. Who would want to be in a place like this?

Side note number 2: Something I recently found out

And then, regarding the matter of my mother being told, "Isn't it a lack of affection?"

Since I did have a younger sister below me, it seems my mother thought, "Is that so...?"

I have a best friend who was in the same class as me from elementary school through the first year of junior high, and even after we were in different classes or different schools, we remained close friends.

That girl was crying and screaming from the very first day that she didn't want to enter the classroom, so,

Her mother was apparently told the same thing, but since her mom is the type to really stand her ground, she apparently snapped at the homeroom teacher 🤫

I heard this when I went out to eat with my best friend earlier this year, and we laughed, saying, "So you were told it was a lack of affection too!"

Conclusion

With that, the first-grade chapter comes to an end.

From here on, things were stable until about high school. There were times when it would suddenly get worse and I'd go through hell, but it never became a major problem, and I was actually quite stable even after entering junior high...

So, I'm debating what to write next, but
I think it will probably be the high school chapter!

It got worse all at once in high school, with many complications.
It was three years full of health issues.

I tried various types of chiropractic care throughout junior high and high school, so I hope to talk about that as well!

Afterword

It's getting colder, isn't it 🥶
Personally, even though it's cold, I really love it. Winter.

For those of us whose autonomic nervous systems tend to get out of balance, even the slightest neglect in health management can cause an immediate disruption...🤔

On a side note, I have decided to quit my job🎉

I had been working in insurance sales for about a year, but it didn't suit me and I was at the peak of feeling unwell, so...
I will be starting a new job in February, so I'm resigning by the end of the year, and I plan to spend January living only on the part-time job I've been juggling while focusing on recovering my mind and body.

I'll be working as a childcare assistant next🥳
The part-time job I've been juggling is at Kumon.

It might be hard to believe, but I'm a Kumon instructor.

I hope to learn more about how to interact with children.
So, I intend to do plenty of strength training by February so I can carry about three children at once.

Thank you for reading this far🙇

See you next time😘