Indoor Air Quality

They never said they felt worse at home. They never asked to leave. And because of that, I assumed home couldn’t be the problem — until I understood how kids adapt long before they articulate.

When life quieted, symptoms surfaced. I worried that slowing down was making things worse — until I realized stillness wasn’t causing the problem. It was revealing it.

On busy days, things looked better. Fewer meltdowns. More momentum. I took that as improvement — until I realized busyness was masking symptoms, not resolving them.

Weekends were supposed to be easier. No school pressure. More rest. More flexibility. But somehow, they were often the hardest days — and that contradiction was what finally helped me see the pattern clearly.

We tightened routines. Added predictability. Smoothed transitions. It helped — but the same symptoms kept returning. That was when I realized structure was supporting my kids, not addressing what their bodies were reacting to.

Out in the world, my kids held it together. At home, everything unraveled. I assumed that meant home was where they felt safe — until I noticed how much effort that “public regulation” was costing them.

I did everything I knew to support my kids emotionally. Validation. Calm. Presence. It helped — but it didn’t change the pattern. That gap was what finally taught me the difference between support and relief.

I kept framing what I was seeing as emotional regulation issues. Big feelings. Transitions. Stress. It made sense — until the same “emotional” struggles changed completely depending on where we were.

I kept describing my kids as sensitive because it explained everything without asking bigger questions. It wasn’t until I saw how differently they felt elsewhere that I realized sensitivity wasn’t the cause — it was the response.

They were getting through the day. Meeting expectations. Holding it together. And because nothing was falling apart, I didn’t realize how much effort that “fine” was costing them.