I've never seen any one go through severe withdrawal from a controlled substance. But after telling Harry he had to stop reading the 3rd Harry Potter book before he finished it last night (because it was 10:30 and he is 6) I think I have a vague inkling of what it might be like.
He had convinced himself that he had to finish reading the book in January. So the simple suggestion of finish it in the morning was not good enough.
At first he just tried to be sneaky. We took the book away. He got it and sat back down to read. He even came in my room where I was trying to read and hid under MY covers with his book (hiding from his father, you understand, who obviously was going to find him there!).
Then we put the book out of reach.
The boy developed super human strength. He was hysterical and I couldn't contain him.
He announced his whole body was insisting that he read the book.
He was going to be sick if he didn't read the rest of the book.
We were firm in our "No" - after all - it was approaching 11 PM - and the boy is SIX!
Then he started bargaining.
He would go to sleep, if we just let him read to the next chapter.
Just four pages.
And then he would go to sleep.
No. (because of course: 11 PM and six years old)
I sat with him, I sang to him, I prayed with him. He calmed down.
I promised him, I'd return the book to him after he was asleep, so he could read it when he woke up in the morning.
He finally fell asleep.
I put the book near his bed.
First thing this morning - he started using the typewriter and working on the story he's writing.
Ummm - what about the hysteria, the book that needed to be finished?
I guess the pangs of detox were over, and he could finish it at his leisure now.