SiABlo week 10

And so SiABlo is into the double figures!

This is our tenth week of rounding up the blogs from all the single adopters we have scoured from across the land.

ImperfectlyPerfectMother: Time zones - about the complex layers of reenactment in which our kids attempting to recreate the chaotic schedules of their early life.

MeandMiniMees: Be kind - when social media gets out of hand in your house.

SuddenlyMummy: It’s just parenting – on the realities of being a foster carer.

BlackAdoptiveMom: Here we go - about how being a trauma family presents in public, and the endless cycle of trauma.

 

News item of the week from the Mountain Family column: Childhood trauma has lifelong impact on health. Via Al Coates.

SiABlo week 9

It’s here again! SiABlo week 9 kicks off today.

At the start of the long Easter weekend, what have all the single adopters been writing about this week? What were our challenges, and what stories do we have to share? What can we learn from each other, and what insights do our experiences have for couples and prospective adopters?

Message me to add the link for your blog to the round up below.

SuddenlyMummy: Sensory processing: after the assessment part 2 – a post that looks at the physical implications for our children; a topic not often talked about.

Starfish and Me: Dear church family – a heartfelt plea from a single adopter to her church family on why her life is different, and how she needs their support.

AnotherMountain: The darkness – about the darkness that comes from waiting for a child to come into your family from a single adopter in the process for the second time.

My Little Lady and I: Dear mummy; remember this letter – a reminder of what it’s like to be a toddler written from a toddler’s perspective.

Sarah Fisher: Refusing to give in - The 4th pillar of Non-Violent Resistance.

mumdrah: Hot smoked mackerel – this adopter’s feelings about what self care is, and how it helps restore a sense of who she is.

Hot smoked mackerel

Hot smoked mackerel.

Two mackerel, hot smoked in my bucket smoker. A boiled egg, laid by my girls just this morning. Three salads with a slice of tough sourdough smothered in homemade butter. Tonight, this meal is a reminder of who I am.

The swallows my ears tell me are swirling high above. The newts i watched with a contented smile, busy in my squatted shadow over a newly cleared pond. The single stem of cuckoo smock carefully left to stand  in the lawn freshly moved. Today, these are the moments that I let define me.

The kindness a neighbour sought from me. The help a friend asked for on a deep worry. The trust that was placed upon my loyalty. This morning, this was the reassurance of who mumdrah is.

Self care for me is no treat; no simple indulgence or tidbit. Self care is a reset; a reminder of who I am, away from the chaos of adoption. Some reminders I seek out and create for myself; some come unbidden through the eyes and mouths of others.

This is who mumdrah is.

Away from the shaking, sweaty palmed sense of failure during the crisis. Away from the self doubt and the questioning and the fear. Away from the worries, the dilemmas, the quandaries. Away from the insults and raised voices and the threats that come when she cannot cope. Away from the challenge which – however high you climb to meet it – has little or no feedback of success, or progress.

Reminders are needed. Of who I am. Of what I am worth.

And the hearty taste of those smoky mackerel on my tongue – the first of the season – are reminder enough.

SiABlo week 8

SiABLo Week 8 – our single adopter blog round up is open for the eighth consecutive week! A few new ones this edition.

Much love and patience to you all over the Easter holidays.

Adoptive Mum Battling: A battle too many – all those cracks in the services and support our families need that our kids can fall into, from a single adopter of teens.

BlackAdoptiveMum: My Triggers Pt2 – the frustrations of academic learning, school, and grades.

MeandMiniMees: Hide and seek – this post explores and unpicks a fascinating insightful theme for our kids. It’s a must read!

Sarah Fisher Coaching: Understanding de-escalation – a look at some NVR techniques around de-escalation from this single adopter and coach.

mumdrah: Hemmed in – when all attempts at finding solutions to the root causes of conflict fail. Because there is no immediate solution to trauma.

 

Shall we add a weekly ‘important single adopter other news’ slot?  Why not!

Feel free to suggest entries for this in future.

Here is the final report on CPV published this week, via the wonderful Al Coates’ blog ‘Misadventures of an adoptive dad’. Great work!

 

Hemmed in

I feel hemmed in.

Hemmed in by the complexity of every contorted situation that presents itself. In some strange pincer move, every option for solution to each of the problems she experiences is cut off.

Food/Hunger: she angers at my every suggestion of meals. She angers when I ask her to suggest what she wants to eat. She angers that there is no food in the house that she likes, and yet angers if I ask for recommendations for the shopping lists. She angers and refuses to say when she will be back so dinner can be ready, and then angers again when dinner is not ready the moment she decides she wants it. She angers if I pre cook food that she or I can reheat, and she angers if there is no food prepared for her to eat.

Money/spending: she spends the money I give her for bus fare, and then calls me angry because she cannot get home. She decides to stay for a second session at the skate park, then calls me angered because she has spent the money I gave her to pay for it and demands more. She angers when I can’t give her the money I promised to buy new jeans because she has already stolen it and has it hidden in her pocket.

Help/support: she angers because she can’t do something, calls me to help, and then angers because I try and help as asked. She angers because she has missed the bus, calls me and demands angrily that I drive 25 miles to come get her, and then angers at me when I arrive. She angers because she can’t find her new crop top in her tip of a room, and then angers at me when I tidy up to try and find it for her. She angers if i speak, and angers if i stay quiet. She angers if i help, and yet angers if i hold back. She angers if i try to spend time with her, and angers when i give her the space she asks for.

In every situation a cul de sac is created with no exit, no solution, and no end. No end save for anger directed outwards in a stream of amygdala fueled consciousness towards me. A torrent of blame. To be repeated again and again.

Sometimes the therapeutic parenting is just something to hide behind. Something to do and occupy myself with while the hurt on the receiving end smarts and stings. I understand. I understand it all; her pain, the trauma, the workings of her brain. But it still hurts. And confuses. And fills me with sorrow.

Hemmed in; I have nowhere to go.