Yesterday was Therapy Tuesday. I never like Therapy Tuesdays because they tend to be miserable. Yesterday was by far the worse one I have experienced.
GB bumped her head, hard, on the car door on our way in. She was instantly convinced I did it and there was no way to convince her otherwise. She has a big knot on her head and would accept no comfort from me. She just cried and insisted it was my fault.
The Dad went back with Hope. During the session, The Dad and the therapist talked about conditions under which it would be productive for The Dad and Hope to go to Texas to visit her first adoptive parents. They had this conversation in front of Hope. All Hope heard was "Daddy is taking me to Texas". She was more hyper than I had ever seen her.
She never did settle down last night. She was wild and totally out there for the rest of the night... no eye contact, giddy giggling, and total defiance. It was after 11:30 PM before she was still long enough to fall asleep. The Dad didn't miss the State of the Union speech, though. It is good to have priorities.
Hope woke up this morning with great difficulties, still carrying on about her non-existent Texas trip. I feel sorry for Mrs. VY Teacher,
4 comments:
What? You must be kidding? The therapist talked about such a huge triggersome thing in front of Hope? I would be furious. Maybe I am off here but this is just another reason I don't do therapy. Wow.
New to your blog. You are truly inspirational. Can I ask a question? Do you know what triggered Hope's RAD? I'd always assumed RAD was the result of abandonment or neglect. I was surprised to read Hope was adopted at 5 weeks - would have thought that being so young at adoption would mean no RAD. Unless there was trouble in her first family. But I'm assuming - if you're potentially planning a visit - that her first family was a loving one.
@ Homebirth- The mother in Hope first adoptive family rejected Hope from day one. There was abuse besides chronic neglect. As to why my husband and the therapist were talking about a visit I am not sure. I believe her first family wanted to love her, but were never able to manage to.
Thanks, GB's Mom. So sad. I always naively assumed that adoptive children would be cherished.
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