Compliments are Anathema – Misery loves company
Children come in all shapes and sizes, as do parenting guides. One of the cardinal rules of parenting is to praise a child for a job well done. Fortunately this is a natural instinctive rule that matches the facial expression of delight and possibly a hand flourish or a hug. It all fits together perfectly, or rather it does for many parents.
Other parents need to learn to suppress the facial flicker, so that no hint of pleasure registers. Dead pan is hard to achieve and takes a great deal of practice. Sitting on hands is highly recommended to stop them from leaping out and behaving in a completely predictable yet thoroughly inappropriate manner.
Perhaps you have experienced this too with your child?
Perhaps you haven’t?
For this particular kind of a child, acknowlegement of a job well done is a trigger to destruction. Before the first word has left my lips the picture is trashed, the Lego is hurled, the Magnetix are squished.
Initially it’s counter intuitive.
There can be many reasons for such behavior and sometimes knowing why can help. For some children it’s a question of realizing that they are growing in competence, which also means less reliance on a parent. This realization is scary. Often it is more complex or more simple. If you are unable to fathom the true reasons for their abhorrence of praise then it is wise to keep our own counsel. Here, we admitted defeat a long, long time ago but to praise two children and effectively ignore another, is extremely difficult.
I appreciate that this is a bit of a niche issue.
Somehow it just doesn’t seem right to force a child, or anyone for that matter, to accept unwelcome praise but looking ahead I knew that a time would come when someone would praise him. He’d be at work, in one of those little cubbies when the boss would walk in: “great job on that report Mac!” And what would follow? A tirade? I didn’t like to imagine any further; rightly or not I decided to plow ahead anyway.
I picked my attack time with care.
The best time to attack children is when their defenses are low. Mine are usually most malleable just before sleep, at bed time. My first attempts were miserable failures and effectively destroyed the peaceful night time routine I’d been engineering since their birth. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, he allowed me to sow a few seeds of praise. Three small descriptive words about his character which were not false but not self acknowledged. That shaky start was over seven years ago. Gradually the list of words has grown, as has he. It’s quite a lengthy list now. I take care to keep it in the right order as the wrong order also provokes meltdowns. Every once in a while I make a proposal for a new candidate to be added to the list but it has to be appropriate.
Like many autistic people, their receptive language, [what they understand,] is so much greater than their expressive language, [what they’re able to spit out.] Over the summer months we had so many visitors, guests and bodies around the place that my son began to shine. The ‘meet and greet’ was less prompted and stilted. He delighted in sharing his toys, showing off and generally engaging everyone with his antics.
So I wait until darkness because eye contact is often the kiss of death to anything new.
“I was thinking…..”
Silence.
“I was thinking…….”
Silence.
“I was thinking maybe we could add a new word to our special time?”
“Wot?”
“Guess?”
“Er…..?”
“It begins with E.”
“Enormous.”
“Ah well yes you are getting big but I wouldn’t describe you as enormous just yet.”
“Electric.”
“Hmm also true. I didn’t think of that one either but have another go.”
“Er……Elephantine?”
“How about we steer away from the physical and move into personal qualities, like kindness?”
“Kindness don’t begin wiv an E.”
“So true, so true, but I can’t think of anything beginning with E that isn’t the word I’ve already thought of without giving the game away.”
“Equatic!”
“Aquatic starts with an A, but close.”
“How about……ENTERTAINING! What do you think? You’ve been so great with all of the playdates and so friendly and helpful……all the people who have been coming and going……”
“Yeah………I love havin company over.”
“Great!”
“Hey mom?”
“Yes dear?”
“How about a C word?”
“Which C word would you like?”
“Companyable.”
And that’s the first time he’s come up with his own label – self taught, self initialized and possibly selfless.
Works for me.
Should you have a free mo, you could always nip along and say ‘hi de ho’ to a new blogger called “Rachel” at “Strange and Beautiful.” I shall be a bit busy myself as “Nonna” is back.
Cheers dears


















December 14th, 2009 at 12:50 am
“Companyable” – perfect. It’s amazing how sometimes they find a way to express things even better than we could imagine.
December 14th, 2009 at 3:14 am
Yes, I agree with Tanya…perfect!
December 14th, 2009 at 5:24 am
what a perfectly magnificent coinage! i love that he was able to accept the praise, be a gracious host and display the language skills and knowledge of words and affixes to them to come up with his own praise. fantastic!
December 14th, 2009 at 8:16 am
I love this idea! My son Taz is also of the “compliment me and you die” ilk, so the best we’ve come up with is a substitute for compliments: I can factually report what he’s done. For example, “Taz, you made two baskets in basketball today” is acceptable, while “You played an awesome game today” is an invitation to a tantrum. I shall definitely try to see if Taz has a word I can use that he “owns” the way your son owns “companyable”.
LOVE THIS POST.
December 14th, 2009 at 4:24 pm
I remember getting annoyed by praise as a child, mainly because I interpreted phrases like “Wow, that’s amazing” too literally, taking it to mean that the person giving the praise was actually amazed that I was capable of doing whatever it was. So the praise came across to me as a backhanded insult. It took me many years to understand that they were just trying to say something nice and that it wasn’t meant to imply anything about my abilities.
December 14th, 2009 at 6:52 pm
Companionable. (Sorry, your kids remind me of me, just more so.) And then there’s hospitable…
When I’d, say, play a recorder piece in front of my Dad, he’d praise me to the skies, instead of giving me an honest critique (i.e. that was mostly good, but you stumbled on that run, etc.) I don’t want praise, nor condemnation, but honest appraisal of how I did.
December 14th, 2009 at 9:54 pm
Oh, I like that. Company-able. That must have made your heart swell.
December 18th, 2009 at 10:18 am
That’s lovely- very thought-provoking…….never really thought about why my daughter hates praise….she usually rolls her eyes and mutters ’shut-up mum’…….I’ll have a rethink now.
And thanks a million for mentioning my blog!!!! Extremely grateful
Rachelx
December 18th, 2009 at 11:13 am
Griffin doesn’t like praise either but his is more of a delayed reaction…it is significant all the same.I love the word “companyable” it is so eloquent! Hope you are well and that you are having a lovely winter. We got lots of snow today and Griffin played in it for the first time ever. When we lived in Alaska he didn’t like it…go figure! Hugs!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 12:56 am
oh i loved this post! I so do enjoy reading about parents who happily tailor life for their kids as they grow. I am stick of the overbearing ideal that everything is about getting kids to submit submit submit, and as you know that doesn’t work well with most kids but it DOESN’T work at all with kids who have very individual and special needs. or kids who see life differently than we do. I feel like helping tailor life to my daughter in a way she can be a part of it enjoyably is my duty. to other’s it seen as “coddling”,. anyhow… I’m babbling, I know. it’s a terrible habit i have.
but great post!