3 weeks is how long it’s been since I’ve posted.
That’s because the past 21 days have been FUCKED. UP.
So instead of posting, I’ve been escaping into books. Christine Feehan, Alex somebody or other, Kay Hooper, Richard North Patterson have all been on my reading list lately. Now most of them are in the bathroom floor because I normally read in the tub.
My bathroom looks like this: dirty laundry, dirty laundry, basket of soaps, stack of books, stool (the kind you stand on), stack of books, basket of bubble baths, books… It’s a really tiny bathroom too, so most of the floor is taken up by a big bamboo rug so it’s not like the books are TOUCHING the floor. They’re just sort of near it.
It’s not gay unless balls are touching, right?
Reading is my drug basically because if you need to escape from life, no one will yell at you for reading. People are SUPPOSED to read! It makes brain cells instead of destroying them. Right?
On the reasons for needing an escape, it’s pretty much because life has sucked balls for a little bit. It’s all working out now and it’s all ending up to be for the best but as all of us parents of special-needs children know – everyone wants a say in how you parent your kids.
I’m trying to decide how much to share. While I firmly believe that my life experiences could help someone who needs to know they aren’t alone, I also need to make sure the family is safe and doesn’t feel embarrassment or shame.
3 weeks ago Chickpea went through a panic stage. We know what the trigger was – there’s a teacher who she got abnormally attached to who went to have surgery. Suddenly, that security blanket she had at school was gone and she started having a series of panic attacks and she self-harms. Then things got blown out of proportion by the school and we ended up having to be scrutinized by DFCS again… just like when we were foster parents. I may as well just keep writing the reports that we used back then so that when they want to call on us I already have all the paperwork ready. *rolls eyes* Here I thought we were regaining some privacy.
The past 3 weeks have been spent in therapy dealing with these things – what was just series of flashbacks in one of the kids has now turned into a totally new trauma for all 3 that threatens our “forever family.” (Like my kids believe in forever… yeah, right.) Thank God for the kids’ treatment center because they were able to give us advice and make sure the damage to the kids’ was minimized.
It still causes all these… emotions… in me that the kids had to go through this AGAIN. Fear, panic, shock, anger, more fear, stress, grief, more fear, and then whole lots of fear. I just feel so unsettled like maybe I’m the crazy one in this equation. Then when other things that have nothing to do with these events happen, it just turns into the straw that broke the camel’s back. Migraine? *SOBS* Problems with my parents and siblings? *SOBS* Shaun had a rough day at work? *SOBS* It’s going to snow? *SOBS*
Everything now really is looking up. The mail-order pharmacy finally got figured out and mailed me a 90 day supply of my medication. I visited Best Buy to pick up some stuff and ended up leaving without being mad at the employees and with the stuff we needed to get. I got my Levenger order and I’m setting up daily diaries for the kids. I have plans with my mom to go to a ballet with Chickpea and everyone is very excited.
And I’m ready for the next Kay Hooper book in this series. Sanity is good so I’m going to try and hold on to it. Bibliophilia saves another brain!