Thursday, October 23, 2008

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Day Five of a refusal to go to school. "Make him go!" I'm told by others.

How?

How does one drag a kicking, screaming, raging kid who's hitting and lashing out...get him dressed and out the door without being injured?

It is not physically possible. Yes, I can take away all privileges, but that doesn't get him to school as it simply doesn't matter to him.

This is what mental illness is. There is no logic.

Asked, in a comment, about my assumption regarding mental illnesses before I adopted?

I had none.

It didn't even dawn on me that this would be a possibility.

I could call the police, press 'unruly child' charges, but I would still have a mentally ill kid with no services other than Medicaid paid-for therapy and medications that aren't touching this at all.

Like a lion, seeking to devour or to destroy, this child is walking around my house mumbling and refusing to comply with any directives at all.

My laptop thief, now homeless, gave all the kids a good talking to after church last night in the parking lot. A big ole, "I wish I could have a do-over. I wish I could rewind the years and make better choices because Mom was right. This is what happens when one lies and steals."

Silence as all eyes stared at him. I hugged him good-bye, "I'm still your mom. Make good choices."

He went off into the night. He's a grown man who has lost many jobs, alienated a ton of folks, and is having to start over with nothing.

It's on him now, not me. No one could ever accuse me of not teaching my children about life. If anything, I've concentrated more on life skills than academics.

Jonathan won't even have that ability. A mid to low I.Q., and a staggering lack of logic, combined with severe oppositionalism and likely, many more-to-come mental diagnoses.

I'm limply, weariedly, resignedly so very sad that adoptive, or birth, parents receive no help, and that we are expected to manage these behaviors and keep everyone safe.

I'm simply very sad and very resigned, yet still praying for a miracle.

I'm up to my neck in getting stuff done and I'll answer emails and comments as soon as I can. I really appreciate the many ways y'all have reached out to me. Thank you so much, it means the world to me.

9 comments:

Nancy said...

And you and your family mean the world to us.

Anonymous said...

Does your county have any kind of respite care available? If only you could get a break from him for a week that might make a huge difference. Or even a weekend.

Mama JJ said...

Cindy,

I just want you to know that I read your blog. I'm watching, learning, listening, and sending good vibes your way. You pour out your feelings with such intensity and abandon that there is nothing for me to say, except that I appreciate and respect you.

-JJ

TNKerry said...

I was just cleaning out a closet with some of my old teaching materials inside and I came a cross a quote a teacher friend gave me years ago. I immediately thought of you when I read the quote.
"We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing."

Jennifer said...

Who would have thought that parenting these young'uns would be fraught with so much pain? We entered the world of foster care and adoption (16 years ago) thinking that love could cure anything. If only that were true. Our numbers of kids are smaller, but the struggles no less intense with some of ours. Sadly, I do know what you are going through. I wish you strength to get through. One day at a time...

Nancy said...

This is probably a scam, but on the way to work I heard an ad for "Total Transformation". Maybe if it is only Partial Transformation it might be worth it? Have you ever heard of it?

Anonymous said...

Cindy, chin up. I jumped into your blog about a week ago, directed from another website. Enthralled by your PERSONALITY, I started back through your archives. I commented once about my issues with my own mentally-ill birth children, and that I am now adopting a grandson.
I just want you to know that since I have been reading your blog, you have been number one on my prayer list. I admire you so much, but boy have you been put through the wringer. That may be the understatement of the century. Speed-reading the last two years of your life, there has been such a change of tone in you from 2006 until now. Obviously your weary soul is tired. I hope the fire in you gets re-lit.
My husband asked me the other day what I was reading, and I told him about you and that you reminded me of a "nun running an orphanage." Now, please understand that is the highest compliment I could give you. I am a catholic, and when I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a nun. I know that if something happened to my wonderful husband, that I would become a nun when my children were gone. In the catholic church, there is such a strong emphasis on maternal love, and that is what I see and hear in you. Most days when I attend church I cry at the sight of Mary holding baby Jesus. I so fiercely love my children, and the thought of sacrificing a son like she did makes me feel so humble. We are taught to think of Mary as a mother to us all, and that she loves us all as her children. Think of how she must feel to watch us all stumble around and make bad choices. Think of how much she smiles upon you, Cindy, as she watches you tend to what others would deem "unlovable".
I know that you have quoted Mother Teresa in your blog, or others have quoted her to you. Much has been made of her feeling abandoned, but she always had a servant's heart.

“If the work be all human, it will die with me, if it be all His it will live for ages to come. Souls are being lost in the meantime.”-Mother Teresa

You have called yourself a workhorse. I believe you are doing the noblest of work. You are doing it for 39 because the rest of us lazy people are overwhelmed with two or three. Please take heart and know that I need to hear that I should stand at the back door and inspect my kids as they leave, and that it is proper and necessary to protect then from the mainstream cwap.
Mostly I love that you actively show your kids that they are loved. I live a proper life myself, but am guilty of not being such a great teacher. You are so active in your parenting and I need to take a lesson. I get frustrated that they don't just "follow my example", but I need to drill it into them like you do.
I need to get me some red silky pj drawers and chase them up onto the bus and holler at them to not be actin up.

Now, for your financial issues. Just give the stand-up comedians permission to use the blog about what you think the contents of a Happy Meal are and you will be a rich woman. I haven't laughed that hard in years.
Thank you for a glimpse into a wonderful life. I know I haven't helped you even a little bit, but you have helped me so much.

Sincerely, Kimberly Ann

Kristine said...

In Oregon you are required by law to attend school through the 8th grade. I was attending a class for parenting the ODD child and this subject came up. The therapist suggested calling for the police to escort your child to school. And if the child refused to even get dressed, the police would take them in their pj's to school. She said it never took more than one escort to solve the problem. Worth a try?

Anonymous said...

Cindy, Is he already eligible for special education? If not, he should be. He could be eligible for a therapeutic residential school paid for by the school district. I would talk with a special education advocate. I would also talk with the special education administrator of your school.