Crazy Psychologist

"My idea is that if possible, these situations should be written down in a book. This can help more parents understand that it is not just our children who have such situations. In fact, these problems also exist in other families. For children, it would be better if you could tell them what they can do.”

Muchun drank some water and said while thinking.

"Well, tell your parents to come to the Department of Psychosomatics."

puff!

Another mouthful of water almost made Mu Chun choke.

"This is not the way, Teacher Hu." Muchun quickly shook his hand, "At least this will not be the only way, because if a teacher said to go to the physical and mental department, what would parents think?"

"I'm afraid it will be very thoughtful."

Hu Peng said in a serious voice.

It’s really hard to advise parents about this kind of thing, especially from the perspective of the class teacher. Although we know that some children’s problems may be slightly improved through the school’s collective environment, it’s really not easy to tell their parents.

"Difficult." Hu Peng sighed. "It's hard to say whether it's true, but now many parents know more about education than teachers. They are like educators. They have a set of teaching philosophies, and they also go out to sign up for various courses and find various courses for their children. There are summer camps, winter camps, and training institutions, such as the quantum speed reading I told you, and there are many behavior improvement training institutions. Recently, we have parents who want to apply for a two-month suspension, plus During the three-week winter vacation, I didn’t come back to class until April to participate in some kind of virtue training camp.”

"Can virtues be acquired through training camps?" Mu Chun asked, "What kind of children go to that kind of training camp?"

"Some children with bad behavioral habits lose their temper at every turn and fight every day in school. It is impossible to teach them by parents' words," Hu Peng said.

“Where can I see these institutions?” Muchun asked.

"The doctor is interested in these things?" Hu Peng was a little surprised. There are so many things that the doctor is interested in.

"I'm just saying, I have a relative whose child is very naughty. Then, teachers complain almost every day. Parents send their children to school every day, but the children don't want to go. They are only in the first grade now. What do you think we should do? What should I do? My relative is very concerned about face, so he secretly asked me if I had any medicine that could calm the child down. What can I say?" Mu Chun looked like there was nothing I could do.

Hu Peng was puzzled, "You really don't have this kind of medicine?"

Hu Peng looked behind him, then turned his face, moved his chair slightly towards Muchun, and asked mischievously: "Is there really no such medicine?"

"Should there be such medicine or should children take this medicine?" Muchun put his hands on the table, stood up, ran to the treadmill, turned on the treadmill and started running.

"Don't run. I'm asking you, Doctor Mu, come down quickly."

Hu Peng said anxiously.

Muchun stopped and asked, "Do those institutions have any particularly good methods? Are there any special methods for treating children's behavior?"

"I saw that the introductions of those schools all talk about 'military management', there are specialized 'educational experts' and whatnot... By the way, a word that is very similar to the name of your clinic here is called 'mental and physical health' There are also 'certified nutritionists'. Do you want to know how the fees are charged?"

Hu Peng had a strange smile on his face.

Muchun shook his head, "200 a day?"

"Wow? It's not that cheap." Hu Peng opened his mouth wide and his eyes were as wide as grapes.

"I thought it was similar to a weight loss training camp." Muchun said forcefully to save face.

"Where, it's 150,000 per quarter." Hu Peng said cowardly.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!" Muchun shouted, immediately losing interest in the treadmill and complaining about the tuition fees.

This quarter's tuition can buy a high-end treadmill, a high-end rowing machine, a dignified and beautiful coffee machine that he dreams of, and an upright piano.

Of course they can't all be high-end products, but 150,000 yuan a quarter is too expensive, right? 50,000 yuan a month?

Hu Peng snickered like a "experienced person", "Teacher Muchun, would you like to introduce your relative's children to get to know him?"

"Is this kind of organization going around the sea?" Muchun asked with a frown.

"No, there is no such thing as around the sea in nearby cities." Hu Peng shrugged.

Mu Chun was really curious about these institutions. As far as he knew, in a city like Luohai with relatively developed public welfare undertakings, in addition to the children's hospital that specializes in treating children's developmental disorders and behavioral disorders, there are other public welfare institutions established with private power. There are some institutions, but they are not very famous. Simply put, even parents don’t know about them.

For example, "Language of the Stars", which Muchun is familiar with, is a public welfare organization that helps autistic children. There are also some organizations that help autistic children with painting education or music education and have good results.

Although what they do is very small and they can take care of very few children, they do help some children.

These organizations can't do much advertising, but they have actually helped some children, and they don't do it for a price of 150,000 yuan a quarter.

"So, Teacher Hu Peng just came to see me today because he had nothing to do?" At the end of the conversation, Mu Chun asked about this matter.

"Well, it's nothing. The final exam just happened to be over. I thought I would come to the hospital to see you. It's really nothing." Hu Peng shook his head.

"Then there's nothing wrong with sleeping, right? Do you still check the door or something like that?"

"Occasionally, I will have a fleeting thought, and then I will try your methods one by one. However, I find that when I devote myself to writing, these problems occur much less frequently. I can hardly remember them. Now I have a little bit of new pressure, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to write this book well.”

Speaking of this book, Hu Peng suddenly felt a little downcast. After Mu Chun compiled the outline for him a few minutes ago, Hu Peng was really happy for a while, as if more than half of the book had been written, but now this feeling The excitement seemed to have passed again.

When I decided to write a book last month, I was very ambitious. I felt that as I work in this industry every day, I must have many, many voices and many, many stories to tell about the profession of teacher, students, and the job of class teacher.

When I actually started writing, it was either too trivial or too fragmented, and there was no way to connect it together.

In short, it seems that once you want to do something well, you will find it difficult. After all, I am not a top student.