**You can also listen to this in audio format only on The Regulated Mother Podcast on Apple or Spotify. Look for Episode #49
Do you often feel like you spend so much of your time coregulating your PDA, autistic, or high-needs child that nothing else gets done?
You end the day exhausted.
The laundry is still sitting there.
The dishes are still in the sink.
The work didn't get done.
The house feels chaotic.
Your to-do list is somehow longer than it was this morning.
And despite spending the entire day helping your child, supporting them, accommodating them, co-regulating them, and trying to keep everyone afloat, you are left with this awful dissatisfied feeling.
Like somehow you didn't do enough.
Like somehow you're falling behind.
Like somehow you're failing at life.
Because no matter how much time I spent helping my son feel safe, co-regulating him, accommodating him, or supporting him through hard moments, my mind didn't count those things as success.
Instead, it measured my worth by how much I got done—or how well my child was doing.
Only then could I feel successful.
Only then could I feel enough.
I know that feeling well.
For years, I thought my problem was that I couldn't get enough done.
I thought I needed better time management, more discipline, a better system, or a way to become more productive.
But parenting my son eventually forced me to see something much deeper.
The problem was never really my to-do list.
The problem was that I had unknowingly learned to measure my worth, my success, and my enoughness by how much I accomplished.
And when life with my son made accomplishment harder and harder, I didn't just feel behind.
I felt like I was failing.
In this episode, I want to talk about why so many parents of PDA, autistic, and high-needs children get trapped in this cycle, why productivity can become a nervous system survival strategy, and how learning to let go of productivity as a measure of worth became one of the most important parts of healing my nervous system and feeling more fulfilled with the life that I have.
I remember the days when my son still went to school.
Life felt like a whirlwind of schedules, responsibilities, activities, appointments, and things to get done.
My son would wake me up and the day would immediately begin. Get breakfast ready. Get my son dressed. Pack lunch. Remember the water bottle. Get out the door. Drop him off. Go exercise. Come home. Shower. Work. Run errands. Pick him up. Eat a snack at home. Get to the next programmed activity. Make dinner. Clean up. Give him a bath and get him to bed.
Then get ready to do it all again tomorrow.
Every moment seemed filled.
There was always somewhere to be.
Some schedule to adhere to.
Something to remember.
Something to organize.
Something to accomplish.
And for a long time, I thought this was just what adulthood looked like.
I thought this was what being a good parent looked like.
I thought this was what being successful looked like.
But looking back now, I can see that something much deeper was happening underneath all of it.
Because even when I wasn't actively doing something, my nervous system was.
The planning never stopped.
The scanning never stopped.
The mental list never stopped.
Even on weekends.
Even during moments that were supposed to feel slow.
I remember sitting on the floor playing Thomas the Train with my son.
He would be completely immersed in what he was doing. Building tracks. Moving trains. Then showing me what he was doing. Happy to simply be there together.
But my mind rarely stayed there for very long.
Within minutes it would drift.
I would look around the room and notice toys that needed to be cleaned up. Then I would think about the dishes sitting in the sink. Then dinner. Then the laundry. Then what time it was. Then whether my son needed water or a snack because he often struggled to recognize his own thirst and hunger cues. Then the email I hadn't answered. Then the work task I forgot to do. Then the thing I needed to remember tomorrow.
My body was sitting on the floor with him.
But my nervous system was already somewhere else.
Always chasing the next thing.
Always focused on what needed to happen next.
Always trying to stay one step ahead.
At the time, I didn't think much of it.
I assumed this was normal.
I assumed everyone lived this way.
But now I can see that I didn't really know how to simply be.
I didn't know how to sit in the moment without mentally moving ahead to the next one.
I didn't know how to rest without thinking about what still needed doing.
I didn't know how to feel okay when nothing productive was happening.
And honestly, I don't remember learning that growing up.
I don't remember adults sitting and simply being present.
I don't remember adults resting without zoning out on TV or having some distraction to keep them occupied.
My parents were too busy working and taking care of responsibilities to just sit and be with me, so my nervous system never learned this.
What I remember is work, responsibilities, accomplishment, productivity, getting things done.
But never just being.
Without realizing it, my nervous system learned that being a good person meant being productive, useful, responsible, and getting things done.
I got attention, acceptance, acknowledgment, and praise when I was this way.
I didn't get attention, acknowledgment, or praise for simply being.
Without realizing it, I built my entire life around this way of doing instead of being.
For years, my ability to feel successful depended on productivity.
If I got things done, I felt accomplished, capable, successful, and enough.
I loved crossing things off a list.
I loved the feeling of getting things done.
There was a sense of satisfaction that came with it.
A sense of relief.
A sense that I was doing life correctly.
But when I didn't get things done—which was often—I felt stressed.
I felt behind.
I felt frustrated.
I felt like I was somehow failing.
I would compare myself to other mothers who seemed able to do it all. The moms who appeared organized. Whose homes seemed together. Who seemed to effortlessly balance parenting, careers, exercise, friendships, meal planning, extracurriculars, and everything else life demanded.
Why couldn't I?
What was wrong with me?
Why did everything feel so hard?
At the time, I thought I needed better time management.
More discipline.
Better organization.
A more efficient system.
I didn't realize that something much deeper was driving all of it.
Because underneath the productivity was a belief.
A belief I couldn't yet see.
A belief that said:
If I am productive, I am enough.
If I am productive, I am successful.
If I am productive, I am worthy.
And parenting a high-needs child would eventually expose just how much of my self-worth had become attached to that belief.
One of the things I can see clearly now is how often my son tried to pull me back into the present moment.
When my attention drifted away, he seemed to know.
Sometimes he would come right into my face.
Sometimes he would interrupt what I was doing.
Sometimes he would become dysregulated.
Looking back now, it's almost as if he could feel when I had left the room mentally and emotionally, even though I was still physically sitting beside him.
And there was always this push-pull happening inside me.
Part of me wanted to be fully present with him.
Part of me wanted to get things done.
Part of me knew he needed connection.
Part of me was focused on productivity.
Part of me wanted to slow down.
Part of me felt anxious when I did slow down.
And the more time I spent supporting him, the more frustrated I became that I wasn't getting everything else done.
That is hard to admit.
But I think many parents understand this feeling.
Not because we don't love our children.
Not because we don't want to support them.
But because our nervous systems have been conditioned to measure success through accomplishment.
There were days when I spent hours helping my son feel safe.
Hours co-regulating and accommodating and supporting him through overwhelm.
And somehow, at the end of those days, I still felt like I had done nothing.
Because my nervous system didn't count those things at the end of the day.
What it counted was whether the laundry or dishes got done and if the house was clean and organized.
Whether I answered the emails.
How much I had got done for work.
Whether I crossed things off the list.
Helping my son feel safe didn't register as success.
Staying connected during a hard moment didn't register as success.
Supporting him through a nervous system storm didn't register as success.
My nervous system only counted productivity the way we have all been conditioned to measure it.
Then my son stopped going to school.
And the cracks in this system became impossible to ignore.
The productivity that had once helped me feel okay started disappearing.
My days no longer revolved around work, activities, errands, and accomplishments. More and more of my time became devoted to helping him feel safe. Helping him recover. Helping him navigate a world that had become too overwhelming for his nervous system.
At the same time, I was burning out too.
And suddenly I found myself in a situation where my mind was still demanding productivity while my body had less and less capacity to provide it.
The things that once made me feel successful were no longer available in the same way.
I was working less.
Doing less.
Accomplishing less.
And yet I was working harder than I ever had before.
My days were filled with supporting a child who was struggling. Managing nervous system storms. Co-regulating. Researching. Accommodating. Trying to make it through the day with all basic needs being met.
Yet somehow my brain kept repeating the same message:
"You got nothing done today. You're failing."
The harder I worked to support my son, the more I felt like I was failing.
The more time I spent helping him, the less productive I felt in life.
The less productive I felt, the more shame I carried that somehow I was the only one who couldn't do it all.
And when my son's productivity ventured into the negative, this hit even harder.
Not only did I feel like I wasn't doing enough for the household or my business.
I felt like I wasn't doing enough to get him to be more productive too.
Because my nervous system wasn't only measuring me through productivity.
It was measuring him through it too.
And eventually I began to realize that this wasn't actually a productivity problem.
It was a self-worth problem.
Because I had spent decades believing that productivity was how I earned enoughness.
It was how I measured whether I was a successful human being.
And now that strategy—which may have worked for me in the past—was no longer working with the life I had today with my son.
For a long time, it felt like my son was breaking me down.
Like I was losing myself.
Like I was failing at life.
But little did I know that he wasn't breaking me down.
He was helping to break open an old belief.
An old survival pattern.
The belief that I had to keep doing, achieving, accomplishing, and staying productive in order to be worthy and enough.
And when I began to see that, a door opened.
A door to a different way of living.
A different way of measuring success.
A different way of relating to myself.
One that wasn't built on proving, striving, and constantly doing.
But on presence.
Connection.
Safety.
And being.
Looking back now, I can see that my son wasn't taking me away from myself.
He was helping me come home to who I truly was.
And that has become one of the greatest gifts he has ever given me.
And this is what I see in so many parents. They are burnt out, trying to do it all for their kids and in their daily lives, wanting so badly to be more regulated and present and the safety their kids need, but unable to detach from this programming of doing more to be enough.
I see it even in the questions they always ask.
One of the most common questions parents ask me is:
"What should I do?"
What should I do when my child refuses school?
What should I do when they are dysregulated?
What should I do when they won't listen?
What should I do when they become aggressive?
What should I do when they are anxious?
What should I do when I feel overwhelmed?
Notice how quickly we move into doing.
Most of us have been conditioned to believe that if we can just find the right strategy, the right tool, the right intervention, the right plan, we will finally feel better.
Our culture worships productivity.
We celebrate busyness.
We admire people who can do it all.
We glorify hustle.
We treat exhaustion as evidence that we are working hard enough.
And whether we realize it or not, many of us absorb these messages very early in life.
Good grades get praised.
Achievement gets rewarded.
Accomplishment gets noticed.
Being helpful gets approval.
Pushing through gets celebrated.
Over time, the nervous system begins making meaning.
If achievement leads to approval...
And approval leads to belonging...
Then achievement must equal safety.
Eventually, the belief becomes:
"If I am productive, I am worthy."
"If I am productive, I belong."
"If I am productive, I am safe."
And when a belief becomes tied to safety, it stops feeling like a belief.
It feels like the truth.
That is why so many parents feel so much shame when they cannot get things done.
It isn't really about the dishes or the laundry or the to-do list tasks.
The undone task is simply activating something much deeper.
It is activating the fear that says:
"If I can't keep up, maybe I am failing."
"If I am failing, maybe I am not enough."
And that is a very painful place to live.
Because we are trying to feel worthy and enough by how much we do and get done vs how much we can be present and stay in connection and be there for another.
One of the reasons parenting a high-needs child can feel so destabilizing is because it often breaks this primary survival strategy of feeling enough and worthy based on how much we get done.
Parenting can often feel like a thankless job, right? I hear that from all parents.
But with our high-needs kids, it becomes even harder to feel the rewards of parenting because they often don't follow the developmental timelines, expectations, or productivity-based milestones our brains expect. Their needs don't fit neatly into schedules, timelines, expectations, or productivity systems.
The second challenge is that they need so much more of us.
More presence.
More flexibility.
More co-regulation.
More nervous system energy.
More time.
Productivity may have helped us feel better about ourselves in the past, but now this strategy for feeling capable and enough starts breaking down. No matter how hard we work, it can feel like we can never keep up.
You finally sit down to answer a few emails and your child needs you.
You start cleaning the kitchen and a meltdown happens.
You spend the afternoon helping your child recover from overwhelm and realize you haven't accomplished anything else on your list.
You finally get an hour to yourself, but you're so exhausted that you don't even know where to begin.
Slowly, many parents begin feeling like they are failing at everything.
Not because they are.
But because they are using the wrong measuring stick.
The reality is that parenting a high-needs child requires an extraordinary amount of invisible labor.
You can spend hours helping your child move through anxiety, frustration, overwhelm, or dysregulation. You can spend weeks building trust and safety, and months accommodating needs, reducing demands, and helping their nervous system recover from chronic stress.
Unlike most areas of life, the effort you put in doesn't always lead to quick or visible results. Sometimes progress takes years. Sometimes things seem to get harder before they get better. And when your child continues to struggle despite everything you're doing, it can start to feel like you're failing as a parent too.
Yet at the end of all that work, there may be nothing tangible to point to.
No completed project.
No crossed-off task.
No measurable outcome.
Just a child who feels a little safer.
A little calmer.
A little more connected.
But if your nervous system has been conditioned to measure success through productivity, those things may not register as accomplishments.
And that creates tremendous suffering.
Because you are working harder than ever before, yet feeling less successful than ever before.
You can no longer rely on productivity to feel successful, and often you can't yet see the results of your parenting efforts either. So the nervous system starts looking even harder for evidence that you are enough—and often turns right back to the to-do list.
One of the things I began realizing is that productivity wasn't just helping me get things done.
It was helping me feel okay.
Think about what productivity gives us.
It gives us certainty and a sense of control.
It gives us clear outcomes.
It gives us evidence that our effort led to something.
It gives us little hits of accomplishment (which gives us those dopamine hits!).
It gives us something tangible to point to and say:
"I did that."
"I finished that."
"I accomplished something today."
In many areas of life, effort and results are fairly connected.
You clean the house and the house looks cleaner.
You answer emails and your inbox shrinks.
You work and get paid.
You finish a project and can see the outcome.
Parenting a high-needs child is often the exact opposite.
It is filled with uncertainty. The rewards are delayed. The progress is often invisible. There is no clear finish line.
You can spend months accommodating, co-regulating, building trust, and helping your child's nervous system feel safer, and still wonder if anything is changing.
Sometimes progress takes years.
Sometimes things appear to get harder before they get better.
And because the work is so invisible, it can be incredibly hard for the nervous system to register it as success.
I think this is one of the reasons so many of us keep running back to productivity.
Not because we are shallow.
Not because we care more about laundry than our children.
But because productivity is one of the few places left where our effort still feels measurable.
One of the few places where we can still get a quick sense of accomplishment and can momentarily feel successful.
And when parenting feels uncertain, overwhelming, and filled with delayed rewards, the pull toward productivity can become even stronger.
Because the nervous system is still searching for evidence that we are doing okay. That we are succeeding. That we are enough.
The problem is that no matter how many things we cross off the list, the feeling never lasts for long.
There is always another task. Another responsibility. Another thing waiting for us tomorrow.
Which is why the to-do list can never truly solve the deeper problem.
Because what we are actually looking for is not productivity.
We are looking for enoughness.
One of the most painful things I had to realize was that this productivity wound wasn't only affecting how I saw myself.
It was affecting how I saw my son.
Because if productivity equals worth...
Then what happens when your child struggles with productivity?
What happens when they stop going to school?
What happens when they cannot meet expectations and they cannot push through?
What happens when they need accommodations and they move at a different pace than the world expects?
Many of the fears we carry for our children are real.
But some of them are also connected to our own conditioning.
I know this was true for me.
When my son stopped going to school, I wasn't only worried about his wellbeing.
I was worried about his future.
Would he be successful, independent and able to function in the world?
Would he be okay?
And underneath all of those questions was another one I couldn't see at the time:
What if he isn't productive enough?
Because if productivity equals worth, then a child who struggles with productivity can feel terrifying.
Not because we don't love them.
Not because we don't accept them.
But because their struggles activate the same wound we carry ourselves.
The wound that says:
To be enough, you must accomplish.
To be enough, you must perform.
To be enough, you must produce.
This is one of the reasons parenting a PDA, autistic, or high-needs child can become such a profound healing journey.
Because they challenge the very beliefs many of us have built our lives around.
They force us to ask questions we may never have asked otherwise.
What if productivity isn't the measure of worth?
What if success isn't what I thought it was?
What if enoughness has nothing to do with accomplishment?
These are uncomfortable questions.
But they are also incredibly freeing ones.
Because once we begin asking them, another possibility starts to emerge.
Maybe the goal isn't to become more productive.
Maybe it’s more about becoming more present.
Maybe the goal isn't to earn enoughness.
Maybe the goal is to discover that it was there all along, without us having to do anything, and just for us being who we are, just as we are.
But to even ponder those ideas and shifts in the goal, we really need to take a moment to think – what are our true values in life? What’s most important to us? And are we living our life in congruence with, aligned with those values?
One of the exercises I often do with parents is asking them a simple question:
"What matters most to you?"
The answers are remarkably consistent.
What I hear most are: Connection. Love. Presence. Kindness. Compassion. Acceptance. Safety. Relationship.
Very few parents say: Productivity. Efficiency. Achievement. Accomplishment.
Yet when we look closely at how we are actually living, there is often a disconnect between what we say we value and what our nervous system has been trained to prioritize.
I think of this like the famous "Big Rocks and Little Rocks" analogy.
Imagine you have a jar.
The big rocks are the things that matter most: Connection. Love. Presence. Regulation. Health. Relationships.
The little rocks are everything else: Laundry. Emails. Dishes. Appointments. Errands. Housework. Schedules.
The little rocks matter too. This isn't about pretending responsibilities don't exist. We all live in the real world.
The problem is that many of us have unknowingly reversed the order.
We spend our lives putting the little rocks in first. We spend our days trying to get everything done. Trying to catch up. Trying to stay on top of things. Trying to feel successful. Trying to earn enoughness.
And then, if there is any time left over, we give it to the big rocks.
We tell ourselves: "I'll relax when everything is done." "I'll be present when I finish this." "I'll spend quality time with my family when I catch up." "I'll take care of myself when things settle down."
But the little rocks never stop coming.
There is always another email, another load of laundry, another appointment, another thing that needs attention.
And so many parents find themselves living years of their lives waiting for a moment that never arrives.
A moment when everything is finally done.
A moment when they can finally relax.
A moment when they can finally feel enough.
But what if that moment was never coming?
What if enoughness was never waiting at the bottom of a completed to-do list?
This was one of the hardest things for me to realize.
Because for years, I thought my stress was coming from the fact that I couldn't get everything done.
But eventually I began to see something different.
Even on the rare days when I did get a lot done, the relief never lasted.
The mind simply moved on to the next thing that needed done.
The list was never actually the problem. The problem was what I was asking the list to give me.
I was asking it to make me feel enough. And no list can do that. No accomplishment can do that. No amount of productivity can do that.
Because enoughness isn't something we earn.
It's something that we already are, just for being who we are, and all we need to do is tune into it and reconnect with it.
The truth is, I didn't break free from this overnight.
I still notice these patterns in myself.
I still notice the pull toward productivity when the old wound of "not enough" gets triggered because of some standard my brain is comparing me to.
But there were a few shifts that began changing everything.
One of the biggest realizations I had was that I was doing meaningful work all day long.
I just wasn't noticing it, counting it, or taking it in as an accomplishment so that it could nourish me and give me that sense of fulfillment.
I had to actively help my brain notice every day that helping my son feel safe, co-regulating him, accommodating him, supporting his nervous system, and building trust with him was worthy work.
Creating safety was the most worthy work of all because it would leave a lasting imprint on his nervous system and the generations that follow.
Every night, I would use Havening (a psychosensory modality) or simply lie in bed before sleep helping my brain notice all the little things I had done that day that were worthy work and allowing myself to feel the fulfillment of them.
Because some of the most important work we do as parents feels invisible to our brains. We did not learn how valuable this kind of work is, or how deeply it changes families, generations, and the world around us.
So instead of constantly ending my days feeling like I had failed, I began ending my days noticing how hard I had worked and how I was living according to my values by prioritizing the big rocks too.
I realized that I was measuring my life using a definition of success that no longer fit the life I was living.
My old definition was built around productivity, accomplishment, achievement, and getting things done.
But the life I had with my son required something different and slowly led me toward a definition of success that was much more aligned with my values.
The new definition of success became more about being present, flexible, connected, regulated, staying in relationship, prioritizing safety, and showing up with love and kindness—for both my son and myself.
I try to reframe the question I ask myself each day from:
"How much did I get done today?"
to:
"How present was I today?"
"How much did I show up with love and safety first?"
This one was hard.
Because for years, getting things done was my go-to survival strategy for feeling enough.
I believed that if I could just get enough done, I'd finally feel okay, successful, loved, connected, and enough—and avoid the pain of not feeling enough.
But it never lasted.
I was back on the hamster wheel again, chasing enoughness.
I worked on helping the parts of me that didn't feel enough begin letting go of those beliefs.
And I stepped into allowing myself to be just as I am.
I started feeling into the possibility of:
"What if I'm enough, just as I am?"
And I allowed that feeling to nourish me instead.
There is a lot of relief that comes from accepting yourself and loving yourself as you are, without needing to do anything to earn that love.
This was one of the greatest lessons my son was trying to teach me. And honestly, it's still an ongoing practice for me.
Learning how to be can feel surprisingly uncomfortable when your nervous system has spent years focused on doing.
How do I simply be present without thinking about what comes next?
How do I stay here instead of jumping into the future or replaying the past?
I started practicing this on walks in the forest.
Then I practiced it with my son.
When my mind drifted to my to-do list, I would notice it and gently come back to the moment.
One of the biggest surprises was realizing how much fulfillment was already available when I was truly present.
I began noticing the little moments of connection with my son and letting them nourish me.
I began seeing more of the good that was already here instead of always focusing on what was missing or what still needed fixing.
And I also learned how to stay with the harder parts too—the grief, fear, frustration, uncertainty, and the sensations that came with them.
Over time, I realized that presence was giving me something productivity never could.
Not a temporary feeling of accomplishment.
But a deeper sense of connection, peace, fulfillment, and enoughness.
When I look back now, I see something I couldn't see then.
My son wasn't interrupting my productivity.
He was interrupting a survival strategy.
Every time he pulled me back into the moment.
Every time he noticed when my attention drifted away.
Every time he demanded more presence than productivity.
Every time he challenged my timelines, expectations, and plans.
He was inviting me into something my nervous system had never fully learned.
How to simply be.
That doesn't mean I have mastered this lesson.
I still notice my mind wanting to race ahead.
I still notice myself reaching for productivity when I feel anxious.
I still notice the old belief showing up.
The belief that says:
If you can just get more done, you'll finally feel okay.
But now I recognize it.
I understand what it is really looking for.
It isn't looking for productivity.
It is looking for enoughness.
And I am learning, over and over again, that enoughness was never waiting at the bottom of a completed to-do list.
It was never hiding inside a perfectly clean house.
It was never attached to how much I accomplished.
It was never dependent on how productive my child was.
Enoughness was here all along.
Beneath the striving.
Beneath the pressure.
Beneath the expectations.
Beneath the shame.
Waiting for me to stop long enough to notice it.
So if you are a parent who feels like you never get enough done...
If you feel exhausted by the constant pressure to keep up...
If you feel guilty when you rest...
If you feel like you are failing because your life doesn't look the way you thought it would...
I want you to know something.
You are not failing.
You are not behind.
You are not lazy.
You are not broken.
You are carrying far more than most people can see.
And perhaps the work is not to become more productive.
Perhaps the work is to become more present.
To grieve what has been lost – the old identity that is attached to productivity.
To let go of old definitions of success.
To reconnect with what truly matters.
To remember that helping a child feel safe is meaningful work that can be fulfilling to both of you.
To remember that connection matters.
That regulation matters.
That love matters.
That presence matters.
And to remember that neither your worth nor your child's worth has ever depended on productivity.
You are enough.
Your child is enough.
Not when the list is finished.
Not when life gets easier.
Not when everything finally falls into place.
Right now.
Exactly as you are.
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