Echolette
Well-Known Member
I know I"ve been quiet for a while..I've been reading a long and joining in here and there. It is partly because I don't have much to say...I feel quiet in myself, even. My son has been in jail for a couple of months now, and will be for many months longer. His case is wending its way through the system, although he has a PD who is working astonishingly hard to get him moved to the mental health court. He calls every day, for 5 minutes. I send him books. He is on his medications, and clean, so he is pretty easy to talk to. He was always a pretty easy person.
We are where we are. I walk through the days without crying, without that deep sense of terror, of falling, of grief that I see in so many posts. It is OK. I am accustomed to this place now, and there is room for me to live and to breathe again.
Oh one thing...I do sometimes use my fallow enabling skills to mess with my SO, and my ex, and his new wife, and my other kids sometimes. That is my new project, eliminating that behavior from my life.
To the new people...I hope you find healing in the words of the wise and not so wise fellow sufferers among us.
To my old friends (you know who you are!) I thank you for being there for me, and for continuing to shine light into the lonely darkness of parenting a Difficult Child. From my little distance I see the newcomers as sort of bursting through the door, coming in from a terrible dangerous storm, falling on the ground in our quiet space gasping for air, terrified, adrenaline charged, sobbing...and we can close the door behind them, and open some windows to let the light in.
An amazing place, this home we have all made of sisters and brothers together.
Hello fellow seekers.
Fondly,
Echo
We are where we are. I walk through the days without crying, without that deep sense of terror, of falling, of grief that I see in so many posts. It is OK. I am accustomed to this place now, and there is room for me to live and to breathe again.
Oh one thing...I do sometimes use my fallow enabling skills to mess with my SO, and my ex, and his new wife, and my other kids sometimes. That is my new project, eliminating that behavior from my life.
To the new people...I hope you find healing in the words of the wise and not so wise fellow sufferers among us.
To my old friends (you know who you are!) I thank you for being there for me, and for continuing to shine light into the lonely darkness of parenting a Difficult Child. From my little distance I see the newcomers as sort of bursting through the door, coming in from a terrible dangerous storm, falling on the ground in our quiet space gasping for air, terrified, adrenaline charged, sobbing...and we can close the door behind them, and open some windows to let the light in.
An amazing place, this home we have all made of sisters and brothers together.
Hello fellow seekers.
Fondly,
Echo