For those of you who
know us,
love us,
care deeply
and check in with us often
please pray.
Now.
Often.
HELP!
RAD is a funny acronym for most of you.
I'm sure it's hard to understand and truly comprehend what an attachment disorder even looks like. You might even think it's just another childhood disorder and label that's been created, but holds very little meaning.
For Mark and I RAD is the constant elephant in the room that demands attention.
The volcano ready to erupt spewing hatred.
The tsunami that comes trying to destroy the foundation we've set in place.
It's hard.
Painful.
Trying.
Isolating.
And so very, very sad.
It's awful to see your little boy who you love so dearly be in so much pain and confusion. The trauma he experienced seeps out into our daily lives to a point of it being unbearable at times.
Times like this week.
I honestly don't know how many more
I hate yous,
I want you to die,
I want to hurt you,
I never want to see you again,
just go away momma
comments I can hear.
And that's only the beginning of what he has to say.
His words combined with the anger he feels comes out in a torrent of physical aggression that leaves me feeling bruised, baffled and so sad.
It's heartbreaking.
All of this anger and burning hatred - hitting, spitting, biting, kicking, slapping, scratching, etc - is juxtaposed with a want and a need for affection. He will ask for more morning kisses, he wants you to play with him, he comes into our bed to be near us at night and the list goes on. How confusing and hard and wearing this must be for him to constantly feel our comfort and love, but not know what to do with it. His pain and trauma truly runs deep; it's way more than what we originally thought.
So how do we reverse this pattern that has been set so deeply within his brain?
I have always believed that our love, patience, understanding and gift of a family would be enough to help him guide his way back from where he's been and continues to be stuck at.
But is it?
What if it's not enough?
What if we always fall short?
What am I not seeing that we could be doing?
I write this completely distraught with worry for our family and still so in love with the little boy we have been blessed with. I feel defeated and deflated wanting, begging for the help Anthony truly needs.
So please
love us,
care for us,
pray for us
even if you don't understand everything surrounding RAD, our A and what our life truly looks like behind closed doors.
Right now we need the support.
Right now I need hope that everything we are doing will matter and that one of these days all this darkness will be behind us.
I need the strength to get through another day.