Once, when I was a child, (I had emotional issues, so I threw tantrums well into my later years, forcing my mother to get inventive) I threw a tantrum in a store, and my mother, at her wits end, got down in the floor with me, and started screaming and kicking right beside me.
It suddenly occurred to me how ridiculous I looked (not to mention how embarrassing it is to have your mother throwing a tantrum beside you) and I stopped right there.
I may have thrown one or two smaller tantrums in public after that, I don't remember, but I think that pretty much stopped my public melt downs.
It suddenly occurred to me how ridiculous I looked (not to mention how embarrassing it is to have your mother throwing a tantrum beside you) and I stopped right there.
I may have thrown one or two smaller tantrums in public after that, I don't remember, but I think that pretty much stopped my public melt downs.