Saturday, January 28, 2012
Judgement: If Only It Were That Easy...
Being a Trauma Mama is hard. I am 55 years old and I have done some hard things in my life. I live with constant physical pain. I have lost friends to all kinds of cancer. I buried my brother and father within 2 weeks of each other. I nursed my mother for the next eight months and buried her too. I have started over in places where I knew nobody. I know my sister and I have the same genetic disorder that killed my mother. Being a Trauma Mama is the hardest thing I have ever done.
I love my children. It does not make parenting trauma easier. It makes it harder. Not only am I dealing with the fall out of a child who can't change his/her behaviors, but at the same time I am watching someone I love in excruciating pain and I can't stop it.
Most of my family truly don't understand what my children have experienced before I brought them home. They try to be supportive, but their faces give them away. Children who have experienced severe trauma need a parent 24/7. It takes a lot of experience to change the expectations of a child who already knows parents can't be trusted. I give up a lot of "me" time. The Dad and I give up a lot of couple time. My children require that each day be modified so that they can experience success. There are many days where my needs don't hit the radar screen.
I plan time for myself and I plan couple time. Is it enough? No. I am more stressed out then is good for anybody. My marriage is periodically ultra-stressed. I chose this life. The Dad chose this life. We feel called on to help children who have survived things no child should have to survive, heal. We do it with our eyes open and knowing the cost.
It is easy for the outside world to judge us and our children. IRL, people do it all the time. Hope's new school therapist was sure through September, October, and most of November that we were projecting our problems on to Hope. Then Hope's honeymoon with him ended. Neighbors, acquaintances, and even people we considered friends are sure if they took my kid for two weeks, they would have no problems.
Then there is the internet. I blog to share what my life is like, so that other parents on this difficult road know other parents share the same struggles. There are readers who judge me lacking. I am far from perfect, so there are times they are right. Then there are those people (commonly known as trolls) who have never tried to live my live, but spew crap all over me. The worst of them hide behind "Anonymous".
I have had a lot of practice dealing with these people and they rarely get me riled or fuel my self doubts.
It bothers me when trolls and "anonymous" leave comments on other Trauma Mama Blogs and hit them when they are struggling. To all my Trauma Mamas, I want to remind you that people who judge without knowledge, or worse, hide behind "Anonymous" have nothing to give to you. Judgement is never that easy.