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Start here if you know everything: Maybe if I hadn't bonded with Rae (14.5 yo), I'd not have thought anything of the fact that I hadn't bonded with Kay (turned 13 in June, going on 8). But I have bonded with Rae. We wondered what we were dealing with in terms of Kay's struggles, so we had a neuropsych eval done in the spring.
Diagnosis: Complex PTSD.
We were worried about RAD. So many ABC's, right? The first two brothers we tried to adopt in '21 most likely had RAD (reactive attachment disorder - they sort of sabotaged the relationship we tried to create, they also had PTSD, ADHD, and ODD - basically ALL the ABC's). RAD kids have difficulty attaching. Kay didn't have this, and we were all: PHEW.
But - COMPLEX PTSD? Well that sucks.
Remember in the movie The Blindside, when Sandra Bullock asks her adoptive son, What did you do when all this was going on? And he says, I closed my eyes. We wonder if Kay just sort of became part of the wallpaper- just watched stuff go down, but didn't engage. Both girls were neglected. Did Kay sort of disassociate from her surroundings? Mom on drugs, leaving for long stretches. Not a lot of parental involvement when she was home. Rarely attended school. Brothers locking the sisters in their room for days when the mom was gone. Lack of food. No working utilities. Etc.
The curious thing is that Rae is only 17 mos older. This seems like a textbook example of kids surviving the same situation, but coming out of it with different issues. We're all different, and we're all impacted differently by situations. It would make more sense to me, if one girl was 3 years old and one was 12, and their brains were in different stages of development. Hmm. Of course, Rae did not come thru the trauma unfazed, but she deals with it, and has made so much progress. She has literally brought us to Hell and back, but she's made huge strides. Life with Kay is challenging. It's not horrid. She's not threatening us or doing really scary things.
Kay's socially years behind most 13 yo peers. We do not trust her. We trust Rae more, but not entirely. Rae has worked to earn our trust, but she slips up and then we take a backward step and we tell her that we're back a step. I've asked her if she wants to go back, because LORD knows I do NOT want to go back to those Hell-fire days. She physically cringed when I pointed this out, and we can tell she's remorseful and she wants to stay the course.
Kay watches us, and doesn't engage easily/says things out of left field/acts unauthentic, . There's no flow to her -and she's difficult to be around. It's like living with a stranger or a visitor in your house 24/7 - and I'm not gonna lie. I'm EXHAUSTED BY THIS.
Kay lurks. It's unnerving. Big time. Per our family therapist, I lay out Kay's day with a list to supply her with structure. At dinner, there's not a lot of conversation from either girl, but it's gotten better. Rae started out watching us - as in they both sat at my island and watched me meal prep, call a doc office and make an appt, holler to someone to change the laundry, and remind someone to pick up a sibling, etc. My friend, who has 5 bio kids and adopted a sibling pair, calls this the 'Mommy show.' It makes sense, they never had a mom to watch do 'mom things.'  |
Rae popped into the study the other night to let me know that she chose a peach for herself. "I put it in that empty basket next to the fridge." Bottom line: She was sort of hiding it, so no one would take the peach she wanted to eat for breakfast. I was like, Oh, you think no one will see it over there? She said, that was her hope. Before I went to bed, I drew this photo. Rae told me later that she died laughing. And what'd ya know? No one ate your peach even though I drew attention to it. |
Rae moved on from that behavior ions ago, and figured out how to laugh with the conversation or ask a question or react in some way. Kay does this a little bit, but when we find her staring we say things like: This is boring, go do your thing. (or we're supposed to, but it doesn't always work to redirect like that).
I feel her eyes on me during dinner especially when I'm talking/just finished talking and I try turning to her and locking eyes, so she gets the idea. I don't know how to tell her what she should be doing when someone is talking, because it's just a natural thing: look at person, glance at plate, interject a comment, sip your milk, ask a question . . . you know? How do you teach that? We enrolled her in a social skills class a few weeks ago at the place where she did the neuro eval, but I'm not sure if that one week class will have much of an impact.
We've noticed that if Coach and Rae are having a conversation, Kay will magically appear and try her best to interrupt them, or stand between them and say something unrelated or attention seeking. When the two girls have friends over (and they are close in age, so they often hang together with a few friends who all enjoy time together), Rae gets frustrated because Kay will do something awkward, like mention an inside family joke that none of these girls understand, or Kay will do something dumb - like slap at Reagan or touch her needlessly to annoy her/get a rise out of her.
As far as friends go, Kay has a friend, Carol, from her year at public school who is a delightful only-child and who is a little socially behind, but we LOVE her. She is bike riding distance from our house, and we've stayed in touch with her.
Tina, a girl from our private school, befriended Kay this year. Tina is wonderful. She spent half of the summer visiting an aunt in Canada as her younger brother has an ongoing health issue that required major surgery, so Kay has seen her a limited amount.
Unfortunately there are only 4 girls total in Kay's tiny private school's rising 8th grade class. Kay. Tina. Josie - who only hangs with the boys. And Marta, who is not often available, and I suspect she prefers Rae over Kay. We've heard that two new girls are joining the class this year, fingers crossed that this will grow Kay's circle.
Kay struggles with her identity - she tries on attitudes/personas. She turns on the charm, when she meets someone, acting 'fake.' I've discussed with her how to be authentic, but if you don't know who you are - how can you be authentic? My sisters, who are a couple of gems, are prone to customer service voice usage and it drives me bonkers. Why not just use your voice?
Kay loves to be bossy. When Coach took Curly, Kay, and Rae to SC for July 4th, he witnessed Kay try to tell the 9 cousins, who play sports round the clock - rarely pausing to eat, that they were playing kickball wrong. *sigh*
When Mini took over my bullpen job at a swim meet, Kay came over to her, pursing her lips like an elderly woman, and asked in a condescending, I'm-40-years-old voice, "MINI, ARE YOU GOOD? LIKE YOU DOING OK?" And gave her a thumbs up? Mini swam for her entire childhood and this wasn't her first rodeo, but oh how Kay likes to think she's in charge, has more information than someone. I think Kay's lucky that Mini didn't hold her under the water mid-meet.
When she and I were at Costco a few months ago, we ran to the car because it looked like rain, and in true grandparent tone, Kay said (with a heavy sigh and a shake of her head and pursed lips): Huh, Midwest weather! For a minute I thought a grandma had hopped in the back of my car.
When she's not watching us or sneaking (she's REALLY sneaky and has struggled to accept our rules - she was raised like a feral cat and is not used to rules or guidelines), she says things out of left field. Rae is quick to point out to her, "That's totally off topic and no one knows what you're talking about." I have to sometimes give Rae feedback that she's not being nice.
When the girls' adoption is finalized, they can get on our health insurance. Then we can get them 'real' therapy. They get therapy thru DCFS, but we don't feel that therapy has moved the needle in two years. They need specific therapy. Rae needs something involving eye movement and a sound, like a snap (?) to be able to manage triggering thoughts that make her cry or take her back to her old house without warning. Kay will need something specific for Complex PTSD. And I'll need a vacation.
Ha, I couldn't resist sticking my 'need' in there.
Right now DCFS supplies a driver to take the girls to therapy, so most Fridays the girls leave at 3:30 and return home at 6:30 and Coach and I get a little respite where we can breathe. After the adoption is final, the driving service will not be available, and that's gonna be quite a shift as I assume with new therapy we'll have to take them in two different directions, time slots, etc.
A few weeks ago, I asked Kay if she ever talks about her former home with her therapist.
Kay: No. Not much happened there.
Me: Really? I'm not sure about that.
Kay: Well, my mom was gone a lot but I'd just go to a neighbor's house.
Talk about disassociation. We've explained to her that the testing found that she hasn't dealt with things that happened at her home when she lived with her birth mom, and that makes it hard for her to move on and be herself and connect with us. Her DCFS therapist reached out last week to tell me that Kay has begun to talk about those times, so . . . progress?
I love summer. It's my time off, my vacation. I've always LOVED having the kids home. I no-joke resented school when Lad started. School was breaking up our gang.
This summer, having Kay around has been trying. A lot of what she does isn't bad. I feel like the struggles is a toss up between her trauma induced difficulties and me not knowing how to deal with a kid who's often home solo - we're unaccustomed to having an only child, esp. if that child doesn't have a lot of friends. I have a list of stuff for her to do in the mornings, water flowers, go outside for an hour, read, do some other academic stuff, a chore, and then the afternoon is open for friends or the pool, etc.
I just admitted to our amazing family therapist (not DCFS therapist, but someone through our health insurance - I'm the insured and we take the girls, or go ourselves to get support, tips, feedback, etc) that sometimes I feel like no matter what Kay does- I'm gonna find fault with it - this is NOT a good thing, and I'm not proud of it. But admitting it is a step in the right direction. Summer in particular is tough.
Last Monday, I signed her up at the last minute for another week of summer school. The last session she did at our local junior college was the week my dad had surgery. Between his prep and my travels to Louisville, I wasn't home half of the week. I felt like I didn't get a chance to enjoy being at home without Kay. The session wasn't cheap, but I gifted myself this do-over so she'd have something to do from 9-3 for another week. Kay prefers to have something to do - one of her classes was an improv class, so not academic.
Early in the summer, I chatted with my Costco checker. She's lovely. I commented on her new hair style and how much it suited her. She asked how my summer was going. *waving my arm to the $600 of food on the belt* I told her that the college kids were home, and I love it, but they're hungry. Then I told her that the adoption of the two youngest would be final soon. She asked a few questions and I gave her the Cliff Notes version.
Costco checker: You're their angel. You know that?
It was a sweet thing to say, and I teared up. I feel guilty accepting that high praise though, because half (OK, more than half) the time I'm exhausted and at the end of my rope and Kay is getting on my last nerve. Like I WANT TO GET THINGS DONE IN MY HOUSE WITHOUT BEING WATCHED, OR HAVING SOMEONE LURK.
Anyway, I thanked her, and it dawned on me - big picture: I get that this is all heading in the right direction, and that we've made so much progress. I know the girls will have a good life and I hope and pray that they move past the trauma and thrive. BUT - the day-to-day is a slog. It wears on me. It's never-ending and sometimes it feels impossible and I just want to escape.
Since my Costco trip, I've made a point during challenging moments to say to myself: BE THEIR ANGEL. Because sometimes, I need a little voice to encourage me to get through whatever the heck this day might bring. I need to find the patience. I need to force myself to find a way to connect with a kid who needs connection, but who is so off-putting. I've also clung to the bible verse: Do unto others as you would have them do to you. Matthew 7:12. I try to put myself in the shoes of a kid who just doesn't get stuff.
I'm afraid that I sound terrible and it really isn't THAT bad, and she's gotten better and it'll be fine - eventually. It would help so much if I could create a bond with her and my hope is that better therapy will help her address her trauma and then maybe her relationship building skills will grow. I can tell when Rae gets in trouble or irks me, I'm softer - I get over things faster, because we have a bond.
I'm trying. I do get that this situation is not their fault. Kay's issues are not her doing. We're taking baby steps towards better connection, hopefully. I read to her at night when I can/when it makes sense. We play a ton of family games. She continues to consistently break our trust. In family therapy we talk about how it's not really possible to attach to someone who you can't build trust with.
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Thanks for reading. Have you picked up any wise words/ seen things from a different angle from an unexpected source, like a Costco checker?